I'm all for Christianity, but insolence must be put down.
Writing is turning one's worst moments into money.
The purpose of writing is to make your mother and father drop dead with shame.
Dear Mr Skully, I have caught my neck in a mangle and will be indisposed for eternity. Yours in death S.D.
I'm starved for love. Not ordinary love but real love. The love that's like music or something.
When you don't have any money, the problem is food. When you have money, it's sex. When you have both, it's health. If everything is simply jake, then you're frightened of death