Bias And Prejudice Make Me Angry...more Than

Not Since The British Raided Cologne Had So Many Bombs Landed In Such A Small Space In Such A Short Time.

If You Need Drugs To Be A Good Writer, You Are Not A Good Writer.

I Don't Believe In Reincarnation. That's A Cop-out, I Know. I Don't Really Want To Be Reincarnated.

This Highway Leads To The Shadowy Tip Of Reality: You're On A Through Route To The Land Of The Different, The Bizarre, The Unexplainable...go As Far As You Like On This Road. Its Limits Are Only Those Of Mind Itself. Ladies And Gentlemen, You're Entering The Wondrous Dimension Of Imagination. . . Next Stop The Twilight Zone.

I Don't Have Close Relationships With Agents. They're Friends, But They're Not Confidants.