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.

If you have half a story and you don't know the rest, you use what you have to pry the rest out of someone.

Yesterday's weirdness is tomorrow's reason why.

We must ride this strange torpedo out until the end.

Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.

Rush Limbaugh is a lame professional swine, and he makes a good living at it. He is like a hired geek in some traveling backwoods carnival - the freaks who bite the heads off chickens - but Limbaugh is a modernized geek who thinks he can bite the heads off of people.

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