If You're Passing The Buck, Don't Ask

Incompetency Fed On Itself.

Life Has A Peculiar Habit -- Once Established, It Stays. Sometimes It Even Thrives.

The Avalanche Of Time Sweeps Everything Before It. Every Individual Instant Hurtles Into Oblivion, Drowning Out The Obliteration Of The Instant Immediately Preceding It, And Then It Too Disappears Under The Onslaught Of The Next And The Next And The Next. When The Avalanche Has Shuddered Past For A Long Enough Time, The Perception Of The Past Evolves. Distant Events Grow Beyond Mere History And Take On The Weight Of Legend.

A Work Of Art Is An Act Of Love. Critics Are Crab Lice.

I've Always Felt That Anyone Who Wants To Talk About My Private Life Is Only Demonstrating The Paucity Of His/her Imagination When There Are So Many More Important And Exciting Things To Discuss.