“Or a guitar string; as I walked into the room, he lovingly placed the bundle on his head.”

Paul ripped off John’s right arm and used it to slap John across the face, then he said, “Those’re horrible, mate, just horrible, y’know.

I said to him, “State your business, mortal!” There was no need for me to call him “mortal” or to speak like a sixteenth-century knight. It just sounded cool.

George had taken off all ten of his fingers and tied them into a bundle with what appeared to be either his own small intestines.

The Deads-men, the Deadmen, the Undeads-men, the Undeadmen, the Rots, the Rotters, the Dirts, the Dirty Ones, the Grayboys, the Eaten Brains, the Eating Brains, the Mersey Beaters, the Mersey Beaten, the Bloodless, the Graves, the Headstones, and the Liverpools of Blood.

Then he said in his most excellent Mick impression, “Your powers are useless against Ninja Lords, O great zombie hunter! Surrender or feel the sting of the shuriken!

John showed up to rehearsal with a long list of name suggestions, and I remember each and every one of them.

George Harrison: The day after the Blue Angel audition.

A tiny bundle of genetic material passed from one living entity to another, and has never stopped moving since. It was the moment of creation for us all.

A single twig breaks, but the bundle of twigs is strong.

I’m not a genius. I’m just a tremendous bundle of experience.

George had taken off all ten of his fingers and tied them into a bundle with what appeared to be either his own small intestines.

Man is an embodied paradox, a bundle of contradictions.