Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.

The shovel is the brother to the gun.

I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.

We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.