The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

I Want To Be Alone With My Thought.

Look, I'm Not Asking You To Like Me, I'm Not Asking You To Put Yourself In A Position Where I Can Touch Your Goodies, I'm Just Asking You To Be Fair.

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.

I'm Like That Guy Who Single-handedly Built The Rocket And Flew To The Moon. What Was His Name? Apollo Creed?