" I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor.
That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along
the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving. "
Colonel Kurtz, Apocalypse Now, talking about his sanity.
You smell that? Do you smell that?... Napalm, son. Nothing else in
the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the
morning.
