If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.

Gustav Doré

Here today, gone tomorrow.

If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

My apologies.
My procrastination of procrastination has been caused by a fabulous emotion called anger.
It's good fun. Try it.

Remember, remember, the fifth of November.

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant and vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me "V"."
- V, V for Vendetta

Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?

I have always preferred the reflection of the life to life itself.

A Truffaut interview.

Corruption and hypocrisy ought not to be inevitable products of democracy, as they undoubtedly are today

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I am Colin. God of Sex. I'm just on the wrong continent, that's all.

"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere.
Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love.

If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around."
- Love, Actually.