I'm All For Christianity, But Insolence Must

Sometimes You Write And You Find Yourself Almost Wondering How It Will Turn Out. I Don't Think Every Writer Sort Of Almost Admits That At Some Stage His Books Can Take On Their Own Kind Of Life It Selves And Simply Lead Away Into Directions That They're Not Kind Of Prepared For.

When You Don't Have Any Money, The Problem Is Food. When You Have Money, It's Sex. When You Have Both, It's Health. If Everything Is Simply Jake, Then You're Frightened Of Death

Expect The Worst And That's What You'll Get Only It Will Be Much Worse.

Rid The Mind Of Knowledge When Looking For Pleasure. Or Start Thinking And Find A Lot Of Pain.

Food Throwers: Begun Usually By Estranged Couples, Once This Victual Flinging Starts, Everyone Will Do It...should Your Dinner Party Have Become An Out Of Control Concussion Match With Opponents Catapulting Croutons And Petits Pois Across The Mahogany, Don't Fight It, Go With It. And When You Have The Desire To Quell The Uprising Approach The Original Perpetrator From Behind. There, Slowly Crown Her With The Contents Of The Fresh Fruit Salad Bowl. But Be Warned. Although This Immobilizes And Rivits Everyone's Attention It Also Gives Them New Ideas.