He Smiles A Lot. But

Death, But Not For You, Gunslinger. Never For You. You Darkle. You Tinct. May I Be Brutally Frank? You Go On.

Do You Happen To Have Another Condom? I Think I've Discovered The Cure For Headaches.

You Couldn't Not Like Someone Who Liked The Guitar.

Panic Is Highly Contagious, Especially In Situations When Nothing Is Known And Everything Is In Flux.

It's Up To Men To Build Things ... It's Up To God To Blow Them Down.