Principled hate is a hell of a lot stronger than "Boy, I wish you hadn't mummified me and thrown me into the lake" hate.

Prick us we bleed, prick him he pops.

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.

If you stopped tellin' people it's all sorted out after they're dead, they might try sorting it all out while they're alive.

When I grow up, I'd like to be dangerous.

I like pancakes.