And all the whores and politicians will look up and shout: 'Save us!'. And I'll look down and whisper: 'No.
Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?
Please! Don't all leave. Somebody has to do it, don't you see? Somebody has to save the world...
But the country's disintegrating. What's happened to America? What's happened to the American dream? It came true. You're lookin' at it.
I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.
Who makes the world? Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it simply is, has been, will always be there…a clock without a craftsman.
They claim their labours are to build a heaven yet their heaven is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman. It's too late. Always ha...
What's up, doc? Up is a relative concept; it has no intrinsic value.