To the heavens on the wings of a pig.

The discipline of the written word punishes both stupidity and dishonesty.

It is the hour of pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.

Guy don't need no sense to be a nice fella. Seems to me sometimes it jus' works the other way around. Take a real smart guy and he ain't hardly ever a nice fella.

I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents.... The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

No one wants advice - only corroboration.

A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half remembered glory