In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.
"Baby," I said. "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me."
what matters most is how well you walk through the fire
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class
Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.