When I was four years old they tried to test my IQ, they showed me this picture of three oranges and a pear. They asked me which one is different and does not belong; they taught me different was wrong.

I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all.

We negotiate with chaos for some sense of satisfaction.

First decide what you got to do, then go out and do it. All we can do is to see each other through it.

And thoughts of no other man but you could possibly get through the picket lines to enter into my mind.

Virtue is relative at best, there's nothing worse than a sunset when your driving due West.

Actually I don't know if honesty is a strength or some kind of weakness.