I Was A Hundred-percent Sick, I Felt

When You Stop To Examine The Way In Which Our Words Are Formed And Uttered, Our Sentences Are Hard-put To It To Survive The Disaster Of Their Slobbery Origins.

All Great Innovations Are Built On Rejections.

Experience Is A Dim Lamp, Which Only Lights The One Who Bears It.

For The Poor Of This World, Two Major Ways Of Expiring Are Available: Either By The Absolute Indifference Of Your Fellow-men In Peace-time, Or By The Homicidal Passion Of These Same When War Breaks Out.

We Never Change. Neither Our Socks Nor Our Masters Nor Our Opinions, Or We're So Slow About It That It's No Use. We Were Born Loyal And That's What Killed Us! Soldiers Free Of Charge, Heroes For Everyone Else, Talking Monkeys, Tortured Words, We Are The Minions Of King Misery...it's Not A Life.