When Correctly Viewed, Everything Is Lewd.

I'm Not Tempted To Write A Song About George W.bush. I Couldn't Figure Out What Sort Of Song I Would Write. That's The Problem: I Don't Want To Satirise George Bush And His Puppeteers, I Want To Vaporise Them. And That's Not Funny.

Life Is Like A Piano. What You Get Out Of It Depends On How You Play It.

I Find Enough Mystery In Mathematics To Satisfy My Spiritual Needs. I Think, For Example, That Pi Is Mysterious Enough (don't Get Me Started!) Without Having To Worry About God. Or If Pi Isn't Enough, How About Fractals? Or Quantum Mechanics?

I Ache For The Touch Of Your Lips Dear, But Much More For The Touch Of Your Whips Dear.

Plagiarize! Plagiarize, Let No One Else's Work Evade Your Eyes, Remember Why The Good Lord Made Your Eyes, So Don't Shade Your Eyes, But Plagiarize, Plagiarize, Plagiarize... Only Be Sure Always To Call It Please "research".