Duke is an ugly word in Kentucky. Nothing in the world compares to the joy of beating those hateful swine from Duke.

It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.

Hit him again, Jack! He's crazy!

On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME.

I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right.

Ignore that nightmare in the bathroom. Just another ugly refugee from the Love Generation, some doom-struck gimp who couldn't handle the pressure. My attorney has never been able to accept the notion - often espoused by reformed drug abusers and especially popular among those on probation - that you can get a lot higher without drugs than with them. And neither have I, for that matter.

One of the few ways I can almost be certain I'll understand something is by sitting down and writing about it. Because by forcing yourself to write about it and putting it down in words, you can't avoid having your say on the subject. You might be wrong, but you have to think about it very intensely to write about it.