The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.

I've met them down in the Cost and Accounting Department, clean-shaven and in white collars. They can't see a damn thing ridiculous about themselves... only about you.

I had woven a tapestry of obscenity that as far as I know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.

In God we trust; all others pay cash.

Can you imagine 4,000 years passing, and you're not even a memory? Think about it, friends. It's not just a possibility. It is a certainty.

Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.

I had been an eyewitness to a truly historic moment in American pop culture.