I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry.

Diogenes carried a bowl with him for years, but one day saw a man drinking from his cupped palm and declared, ‘I have been a fool, burdened all these years by the weight of a bowl when a perfectly good vessel lay at the end of my wrist.

He was a writer and words were his weapons.

Love: the sickest of Irony’s sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die.

An original thought would crack your feeble skull like a thunderbolt, you craven vulture.

It was sometimes difficult to reconcile a man's talents with his personality.

...then he looked at my T-shirt and saw Byron's picture on it and he quoted "She Walks in Beauty," which is like my favorite poem next to the one by Baudelaire about his girlfriend being nothing but worm food, except that Lily called that one first because Baudelaire is her fave poet and so she got the shirt with him on it, even though Byron is way more scrumptious and I would do him on sharp gravel if I had the chance. --from The Chronicles of Abby Normal