Between Incomprehensible And Incoherent Sits The Madhouse.

As I Grew Older I Became A Drunk. Why? Because I Like Ecstasy Of The Mind.

"what Do You Want Out Of Life?" I Asked, And I Used To Ask That All The Time Of Girls.

Walking On Water Wasn't Built In A Day.

And This Is The Way A Novel Gets Written, In Ignorance, Fear, Sorrow, Madness, And A Kind Of Psychotic Happiness As An Incubator For The Wonders Being Born.

What's Your Road, Man? - Holyboy Road, Madman Road, Rainbow Road, Guppy Road, Any Road. It's An Anywhere Road For Anybody Anyhow. Where Body How?