We Think We’re In The Present, But

There's No Disgrace In Failing, Lad, Though Friends And Foes Deride; In Fact, A Failure's Not So Bad As Never Having Tried.

I've Been To Too Many Dead Concerts. There've Been Smokin' Holes Where My Memory Used To Be.

You’re Just A Young Kid. What Are You Doin’ Here? You Oughta Be Out In A Convertible, Why… Bird-doggin’ Chicks And Bangin’ Beaver. What Are Ya Doin’ Here, For Christ’s Sake? What’s Funny About That? Jesus, I Mean, You Guys Do Nothin’ But Complain About How You Can’t Stand It In This Place Here And Then You Haven’t Got The Guts Just To Walk Out!

The Job Of The Writer Is To Kiss No Ass, No Matter How Big And Holy And White And Tempting And Powerful.

It Is Just As Much An Offense To Take Offense As It Is To Give Offense.