I'm Not A Critic So Much Of

You'll Get Back To Where You Came From.

Serve You Right If Something Did Get You, You Useless Lot Of Cry-babies!

An Orotundity, Which I Define As Nobelitis A Pomposity In Which One Is Treated As Representative Of More Than Oneself By Someone Conscious Of Representing More Than Himself.

It May Be -- I Hope It Is -- Redemption To Guess And Perhaps Perceive That The Universe, The Hell Which We See For All Its Beauty, Vastness, Majesty, Is Only Part Of A Whole Which Is Quite Unimaginable.

Childhood Is A Disease - A Sickness That You Grow Out Of.