I know you are, but what am I?
I am the fool for Christ, and the Paraclete of Caborca, the Wrath of the Lamb, the Angel of the Bottomless Pit.
I am the god of your fathers, the god of Abraham, the god of Isaac and the god of Jacob.
But it was only that you were a good man of business, Jacob!
I am not saying he’s a great man. Willy Loman never earned a lot of money. His name was never in the paper. He’s not the finest character that ever lived. But he’s a human being - and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid. He must not be allowed to fall into his grave like an old dog. Attention! Attention must be finally paid to such a person! You called him crazy…
He can’t be dead. He can’t. They don’t understand.
Look! It’s moving. It’s alive. It’s alive… It’s alive, it’s moving, it’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, IT’S ALIVE!
As far as I’m concerned that’s no kind of life.
Old age. It’s the only disease, Mr. Thompson, that you don’t look forward to being cured of.
They say if we go with them, we’ll live forever. And that’s good. It’s probably going to take you an eternity to forgive me… Alma, I’m sorry. I guess I was being ridiculous. I’m sorry. I love you. You’re my whole life. I wanna go. But if it’s a choice of only six more months here with you or living forever all by myself, well I’ll take the six more months here with you. I don’t want to live forever if you’re not going to be with me.
That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.
You ain’t heard nothin’ yet!
The London Underground is not a political movement.
Poor old London.
Look at me, sitting in a porno theatre in Piccadilly Circus talking to a Corpse!
In other news… THE DEAD WALK THE EARTH!
Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together - MASS HYSTERIA !
My name is Chance and I’m lost in the city with an optimistic dog and a sarcastic kitty.
Can you run? I think not… I think not.
I call it ‘operation hobble’.