Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord you still got hands.

Everything on this planet has something to do with music. Music functions in the realm of sculptured air.

Just because somebody hears something you say, or reads something that you write, doesn't mean you've reached them.

Our big prize tonight is fifty American dollars to the girl with the most exciting mammalian protuberances.

She was a steady date until she put on some weight.

A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance of unsuspecting musicians.

It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia. Eventually within the next quarter of a century, the nostalgia cycles will be so close together that people will not be able to take a step without being nostalgic for the one they just took. At that point, everything stops. Death by Nostalgia.