You will be held hostage by a radical group.

You may worry about your hair-do today, but tomorrow much peanut butter will be sold.

Q: How much does it cost to ride the Unibus? A: 2 bits.

You'll be called to a post requiring ability in handling groups of people.

The human race is a race of cowards; and I am not only marching in that procession but carrying a banner. -- Mark Twain

"What's this? Trix? Aunt! Trix? You? You're after the prize! What is it?" He picked up the box and studied the back. "A glow-in-the-dark squid! Have you got it out of there yet?" He tilted the box, angling the little colored balls of cereal so as to see the bottom, and nearly spilling them onto the table top. "Here it is!" He hauled out a little cream-colored, glitter-sprinkled squid, three-inches long and made out of rubbery plastic. -- James P. Blaylock, "The Last Coin"

Many changes of mind and mood; do not hesitate too long.

Q: What do you say to a New Yorker with a job? A: Big Mac, fries and a Coke, please!

"...The name of the song is called 'Haddocks' Eyes'!" "Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?" Alice said, trying to feel interested. "No, you don't understand," the Knight said, looking a little vexed. "That's what the name is called. The name really is, 'The Aged Aged Man.'" "Then I ought to have said "That's what the song is called'?" Alice corrected herself. "No, you oughtn't: that's quite another thing! The song is called 'Ways and Means': but that's only what it is called you know!" "Well, what is the song then?" said Alice, who was by this time completely bewildered. "I was coming to that," the Knight said. "The song really is "A-sitting on a Gate": and the tune's my own invention." -- Lewis Carroll, "Through the Looking Glass"

Don't look now, but there is a multi-legged creature on your shoulder.

Just because the message may never be received does not mean it is not worth sending.

Artistic ventures highlighted. Rob a museum.

Tempt not a desperate man. -- William Shakespeare, "Romeo and Juliet"

Your aim is high and to the right.

You display the wonderful traits of charm and courtesy.

You definitely intend to start living sometime soon.

Writing is turning one's worst moments into money. -- J.P. Donleavy

Don't read everything you believe.

The lovely woman-child Kaa was mercilessly chained to the cruel post of the warrior-chief Beast, with his barbarian tribe now stacking wood at her nubile feet, when the strong clear voice of the poetic and heroic Handsomas roared, 'Flick your Bic, crisp that chick, and you'll feel my steel through your last meal!' -- Winning sentence, 1984 Bulwer-Lytton bad fiction contest.

Few things are harder to put up with than the annoyance of a good example. -- "Mark Twain, Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar"