I prayed that he was Finnish. But he just -kept- -on- -Bjorn-.

People are things you see out of the corner of your eye. And sparks fly.

Fruit flies like an arrow.

I knew a guy who had a friend named Arthur. Nobody had ever met this Arthur but all this guy would ever talk about was this Arthur. I didn't think it was strange at the time, but in fact maybe it had been rather strange.