And then it was that I first perceived the danger in which I stood; for there was no hope of kindling a light, and I doubted now whether even in the light I could ever have done much to dislodge the great slab of slate.

There shall not a sin be left unenquired after, or concealed when found; for the first step towards heaven is to see and lament the near approaches we have made to Hell.

I'm going to have to get a new car. Mine is old enough to vote.

That diva may be gorgeous, but she's a real, well, you know, a see-you-next-Tuesday. A what? asked Jen. I cocked my head. Curious, myself. She's—pardon the expression—a cunt.