Rhetoric Paints With A Broad Brush.

I'm Always Relieved When Someone Is Delivering A Eulogy And I Realize I'm Listening To It.

We Spend The Early Years Feeding Our Brains With Information And The Latter Half Trying Not To Think About It All.

The Symphony Orchestra Had Played Poorly, So The Conductor Was In A Bad Mood. That Night He Beat His Wife--because The Music Hadn't Been Beautiful Enough.

The Angles Of My Body Show You An Awful Lot. I Started Doing Coke To Feel Open, But By That Time, The Hole Had Opened So Wide That I'd Fallen Through. The Body Language In Those Photos Tells You Everything.

I Have Lots Of Ideas. Trouble Is, Most Of Them Suck.