What If I Left My Memory In

What? I Bring Joy To The World. I Am Filled With Mirth And Sunlight. Also, I Am Batman.

Cheap! But Not As Cheap As Your Girlfriend.

There's One Hole In Every Revolution, Large Or Small. And It's One Word Long— People. No Matter How Big The Idea They All Stand Under, People Are Small And Weak And Cheap And Frightened. It's People That Kill Every Revolution.

You Must Remember That The Common Criminal Will Always Join The Armed Forces For, If Nothing Else, Regular Meals And Expert Training In The Use Of Guns.

There Was A Time When I Liked A Good Riot. Put On Some Heavy Old Street Clothes That Could Stand A Bit Of Sidewalk-scraping, Infect Myself With Something Good And Contagious, Then Go Out And Stamp On Some Cops. It Was Great, Being Nine Years Old.