Facts Are Not Interesting To Me.

They Whispered To Caesar That He Was Mortal, Then Sold Daggers At Half-price In The Grand March Sale.

Beer's Intellectual. What A Shame So Many Idiots Drink It.

Somewhere In Him, A Shadow Turned Mournfully Over. You Had To Run With A Night Like This So The Sadness Could Not Hurt

If Someone Tells You To Do Something For Money, Tell Them To Go To Hell.

You Take The Books, You Lie There In The Pools Of Light And You Drink Life. That Is How Intensely I Have Loved Libraries.