Men have gazed at the stars for millennia, and wondered whether there was a deity up there, silently directing their fates. Today, for the first time, they’ll be right. And the world will be an undeniably better place.
It’s not crazy babies that worry me. It’s the men they become. Like a fire, falling in love with a fire. We try to smother them, put them out, but they just burn us up.
It used to be, you had a problem with a man, you settled it and you left him there. Wasn’t no reason to clean up.