There are no bad words. Bad thoughts. Bad intentions, and wooooords.

Griddle cakes, pancakes, hot cakes, flapjacks: why are there four names for grilled batter and only one word for love?

By the next one [albom],Occupation: Foole, I was right back into the trip again. I'm more frantic, more breathless. You can hear how sick I am. If you want to see a cokehead, just look at the pictures on the Occupation: Foole album.

I never joined the Boy Scouts. I don't trust any organization that has a handbook.

I think everyone should treat one another in a Christian manner. I will not, however, be responsible for the consequences.

Know my feelings about traffic laws? Cop didn't see it? I didn't do it.

The patterns became even more vivid at Cardinal Hayes High School. That's when I began failing subjects and running away from home for days at a time.