I loved ghost stories, creaky staircases, stormy nights. If it guaranteed nightmares I read it by flashlight, after midnight.
The Jews don't like Farrakhan, so they call me Hitler. Well, that's a good name. Hitler was a very great man.
It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others.