Pastoral Resources

You no longer have much in the way of knowing what to do in a big, epic novel about the future, because nobody knows what the hell is going to happen.

My experience in Amsterdam is that cyclists ride where the hell they like and aim in a state of rage at all pedestrians while ringing their bell loudly, the concept of avoiding people being foreign to them.

The devil himself had probably redesigned Hell in the light of information he had gained from observing airport layouts.

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.

Barack Obama is the worst president in history. In my generation, we'll inherit a weakened country, drug cartels in Mexico, tax cartels in D.C. What's happened to America? I love Arizona. I was raised right. Somebody has to go to Washington and knock the hell out of the place.

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.

At this stage of the game, I am not sure what the hell is going to happen.

I couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil, but when you descend into hell you have to be very careful.

Religion is for people who are scared to go to hell. Spirituality is for people who have already been there.

First and foremost, you have to make the movie for yourself. And that's not to say, to hell with everyone else, but what else have you got to go on but your own taste and judgment?

When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is.

Politics is just like show business. You have a hell of an opening, coast for a while, and then have a hell of a close.

It took me a year to really learn the American lingo. I really feel for people who are coming here and don't speak English at all. It must be hell.

Health food may be good for the conscience but Oreos taste a hell of a lot better.

Why did they do it? Beats the hell out of me. I was just a scared kid from Kentucky, and these guys had been up in the majors for a while. I guess it was because I was just such a helluva nice kid - if you'll accept that.

I had only played five games in my senior year in high school. I was not large enough. Hell, when I graduated, I was about five foot four and weighed 120 pounds. I didn't go with the Dodgers until spring training of 1940 and I weighed all of 155 pounds soaking wet.

My mom was a Democrat and I was scared to death that she was gonna blow it. First I was going to hell with Monroe, and now to Republican hell with Nixon.

I believe in energy like dark energies. I believe that when a family moves into a house where six murders took place, there's going to be some bad juju in that house. But then again what the hell is wrong with you to be moving in that house to begin with?

I think a guy who's had just the right amount of booze can sing the blues a hell of a lot better than a guy who is stone sober.

Hell hath no fury like a Democrat scorned.