The Monster Nevers Dies.

Just Remember That Dumbo Didn't Need The Feather; The Magic Was In Him.

I Always Drank, From When It Was Legal For Me To Drink. And There Was Never A Time For Me When The Goal Wasn't To Get As Hammered As I Could Possibly Afford To. I Never Understood Social Drinking, That's Always Seemed To Me Like Kissing Your Sister.

The Cumulative Power Of Doing Things The Same Way Every Day Seems To Be A Way Of Saying To The Mind: You're Going To Be Dreaming Soon.

Strong Delusions Travel Like Cold Germs On A Sneeze.

Our Memories Have Voices, Too. Often Sad Ones That Clamor Like Raised Arms In The Dark.