... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What

I See Myself As One Would See Another. I Have Been Cut In Two.

What's Missing Is The Eyeballs In Each Of Us, But It Doesn't Matter Because You've Got The Bucks, The Bucks, The Bucks.

I Think Of Myself As Writing For One Person, That One Perfect Reader Who Understands And Loves.

Of Course The New Testament Is Very Small. Its Mouth Opens Four Times As Out-of-date As A Prehistoric Monster, Yet Somehow Man-made.

My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those Whores, Would Play No More.