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I Think A Lot Of Snowflakes Are Alike...and I Think A Lot Of People Are Alike Too.

Is Evil Something You Are? Or Is It Something You Do?

I Tried To Make Meat Loaf Out Of The Girl But It Becomes Too Frustrating A Task And Instead I Spend The Afternoon Smearing Her Meat All Over The Walls, Chewing On Strips Of Skin I Ripped From Her Body

I Write Books To Relieve ­myself Of Pain. That's The Prime Motivator To Write. Period.

And," Price Adds, Smiling, "if Another Round Of Bellinis Comes Within A Twenty-foot Radius Of Our Table We Are Going To Set The Maitre D' On Fire. So You Know, Warn Him.