[Miles: I'm sorry. Who are you?] I'm glad you asked, new guy. [Miles: I’m not a new guy.] My name is Pavitr Prabhakar. And for the past six months… [Miles: Six? And even he got a watch.] [Gwen: Yeah, uh…]

He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means.

You know what I call him? Not Roy O'Bannon. Roy O'Baloney!

Prema (love): practise that; develop that; spread that; and all the hatreds and jealousies of today will disappear. That is the duty of the Divine Life Society, here as well as elsewhere.

Indigenous people mean traitors, Indigenous people are the project of Prothom Alo and India. The ownership of this country (mountains, plains) is equal for everyone.

The five worst infirmities that afflict the female are indocility, discontent, slander, jealousy, and silliness.

Morris: I'll never speak to you again until the day I die!
Gary: Well, we can have a nice little chat then, can't we?

God, you're crazy! [Billy: Stop it, Pamela.] You bastard! You're crazy! Get the hell away from

The moon has set,
And the Pleiades.
Midnight.
The hour has gone by.
I sleep alone.

It has been confirmed that the Army is still under Indian control. The Army has been deployed in front of the Prothom Alo office. The Army will have to pay the price for going against the people. InshaAllah, the Army will be freed from India through the trial of the BDR killings.

The biblical evidence for the existence of purgatory is, shall we say, ‘creative’, again employing the common theological trick of vague, hand-waving analogy.

My dear reader, read aloud, if possible! If you do so, allow me to thank you for it: if you not only do it yourself, if you also influence others to do it, allow me to thank each one of them, and you again and again! (Preface)

Velvet Glove,
that you love, obey, and trust,
then an Iron Fist
comes along and then you're crushed
into reality.
Why's it you felt deceived?
That they got you – spiritually, mentally, and physically.

Just don't leave me alone.

The fact that Saigyō composed the poem that begins, "I shall be unhappy without loneliness," shows that he made loneliness his master. He also wrote:
In the mountain village
who are you calling, yobuko-bird?
I thought you lived alone.

To hell with the fate that makes you share a man... You slave like the maid, but without the pay. If I had known how it would go, I think I would have lived alone.