You Know Me, I Love Lost Causes.

If Someone Were To Ask Me For A Short Cut To Sensuality, I Would Suggest He Go Shopping For A Used 427 Shelby-cobra. But It Is Only Fair To Warn You That Of The 300 Guys Who Switched To Them In 1966, Only Two Went Back To Women.

I've Arranged With My Executor To Be Buried In Chicago. Because When I Die, I Want To Still Remain Active Politically.

Bush Is The Face On The Can. But Who Canned That Soup?

The Beat Generation Is A Coffeehouse Full Of People Expectantly Looking At Their Watches Waiting For The Beat Generation To Come On.

That Feeling Of Hopelessness Only Serves Your Masters.