The Trouble With Born-again Christians Is That

I Have A Memory Like An Elephant. I Remember Every Elephant I've Ever Met.

A City Is Where You Can Sign A Petition, Boo The Chief Justice, Fish Off A Pier, Gaze At A Hippopotamus, Buy A Flower At The Corner, Or Get A Good Hamburger Or A Bad Girl At 4 A.m. A City Is Where Sirens Make White Streaks Of Sound In The Sky And Foghorns Speak In Dark Grays. San Francisco Is Such A City.

Cockroaches And Socialites Are The Only Things That Can Stay Up All Night And Eat Anything.

One Day If I Do Go To Heaven...i'll Look Around And Say, 'it Ain't Bad, But It Ain't San Francisco.

I Sometimes Worry About My Short Attention Span, But Not For Long.