A man has to BE something; he has to matter.

The massive, frustrated energies of a mainly young, disillusioned electorate that has long since abandoned the idea that we all have a duty to vote. This is like being told you have a duty to buy a new car, but you have to choose immediately between a Ford and a Chevy.

You took too much man, too much, too much.

A little bit of this town goes a very long way.

Those who fail to learn from the brutal stompings visited on them in the past are doomed to be brutally stomped in the future.

Every deadline was a crisis … No doubt it has something to do with a deep-seated personality defect, or maybe a kink in whatever blood vessel leads into the pineal gland … On the other hand, it might easily be something as simple and basically perverse as whatever instinct it is that causes a jackrabbit to wait until the last possible second to dart across the road in front of a speeding car.

There is nothing worse than a man in the throws of an ether bender.