Blue Rahjah, master of Silverware, at your service.
I palindrome, I
We are Chaos! Chaos is strong!
They got a file on me and it’s a mile long
And they say that they got all of the proof
That I’m just another case of arrested development
And just another wasted youth
They say that I’m in need of some radical discipline
They say I gotta face the truth
That I’m just another case of arrested development
And just another wasted youth
I’m a hunka hunka burnin’ love.
I am the silence that asks and promises nothing.
That is how I will set you free.
No you’re not. I am.
Who I am is not important. What is important is that I bring you a message from the Great Masters.
I’m your Cadillac, baby, take you anywhere you wanna go.
I tell ya, I get no respect. When I was born I was so ugly, the doctor slapped my mother.
I’m with the band.
“I didn’t so much fall as saunter vaguely downward.”
(With apologies to Pratchett and Gaiman)
Well, I gave my flaming sword to Adam, because Eve was expecting.
Oh, yeah? I still say you *lost * it and she just happened to pick it up! 
I am not your mother.
Yes, I actually am a snort.
Oh, my nose is plain enough: it’s my mouth that men remember
I am, I said.
“I saw the best minds of my generation . . .”
. . . I’m appalled.
I’m not as assassin. Killing is more of a hobby with me.
Eponymous. Self-referential. Whatever.