Every day is freshly ground.

That is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh$$$ without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones.

Any view of things that is not strange$$$ is false.

I think...that I would rather recollect a life mis-spent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt.

There were people you could hug$$$ and then there was Silas.

The right song can turn an emperor into a laughingstock$$$ can bring down dynasties.

The important thing about songs is that they're just like stories. They don't mean a damn unless there's people listenin' to them.

You don't get heaven or hell. Do you know the only reward you get for being Batman? You get to be Batman.

Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later$$$ like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet$$$ but they are never lost for good.

It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.