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Q: What's buried in Grant's tomb?
A: A corpse.
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Real Users are afraid they'll break the machine -- but they're never
afraid to break your face.
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When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but
only a confusion; a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered
glass and splintered wood, like a house in a whirlwind, or else a boat
crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids, and all aboard
powerless to stop it. It's only afterwards that it becomes anything
like a story at all. When you are telling it, to yourself or to
someone else.
-- Margaret Atwood, "Alias Grace"
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I have defined the hundred per cent American as ninety-nine per cent an idiot.
-- George Bernard Shaw
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"Come on over here, baby, I want to do a thing with you."
- A Cop, arresting a non-groovy person after the revolution, Firesign Theater
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