I was the green monkey, the pariah. And I had no friends. Not just a few friends, or one good friend, or grudging acceptance by other misfits and outcasts. I was alone. All stinking alone, without even an imaginary playmate.

I see all. I hear all. I know all. And I spend a great deal of time in the bathroom.

I have no mouth. And I must scream.

People don't die from the old diseases any more. They die from new ones, but that's Progress, isn't it? Isn't it?

I think love and sex are separate and only vaguely similar. Like the word bear and the word bare. You can get in trouble mistaking one for the other.

In these days of widespread illiteracy, functional illiteracy... anything that keeps people stupid is a felony.

Everyone is entitled to an *informed* opinion.