But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing.

Hit him again, Jack! He's crazy!

I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.

Jesus! Did I SAY that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? I glanced over at my attorney, but he seemed oblivious.

Anything worth doing is worth doing well.

Insanity is a legal term. Crazy is an art form.

I have always hated bowling, and I don't mind admitting it.