In every language, the first word after "Mama!" that every kid learns to say is "Mine!" A system that doesn't allow ownership, that doesn't allow you to say "Mine!" when you grow up, has - to put in mildly - a fatal design flaw.

The devil, he's about this big. He had a red suit on and a widow's peak, and then a pointed tail, and like a sulfur reek. Yes, it was him alright, I swear.

Whatever you have to do to have a good time, let's get on with it, so long as it doesn't cause a murder.

. . . behind each breakaway movement is a breakaway demagogue who will set up his breakaway demagogue government.

The ONLY thing that seems to band all nations together, is that their governments are universally bad.

Here's the way the licensing works ... If you write a song, nobody can record your song before you do without your permission. But, once the song is recorded, they can get what's called a 'compulsory license', and they can record the tune, but they have to pay you royalties.

My guitar wants to kill your mama.