The World Is A Grindstone And Life

Life, In My Estimation, Is A Biological Misadventure That We Terminate On The Shoulders Of Six Strange Men Whose Only Objective Is To Make A Hole In One With You.

My Agent Gets 10 Percent Of Everything I Get, Except The Blinding Headaches.

A Human Being Is Nothing But A Story With Skin Around It.

Hush, Little Bright Line, Don’t You Cry You’ll Be A Cliché By And By.

It Is Bad To Suppress Laughter. It Goes Back Down And Spreads To Your Hips.