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.