Pride, That Invisible Bone That Keeps The

God Turned Out To Be A Bunch Of Bad Little Kids Playing Interstellar Xbox. Isn't That Funny?

It's Not The Pain I'm Afraid Of; I Know About The Pain. What I'm Afraid Of Is The End Of This Small, Sweet Dream.

The Loss Of Memory Isn't Always The Problem; Sometimes--maybe Even Often--it's The Solution.

It Was As Hysterical As A Woman Having A Hot Flash.

Working With Him Was Sort Of Like Trying To Defuse A Bomb With Somebody Standing Behind You And Every Now And Then Clashing A Pair Of Cymbals Together. In A Word, Upsetting.