I won't say ours was a tough school, but we had our own coroner. We used to write songs like, "What I'm going to do if I grow up".

Never trust a preacher with more than two suits.

Communism is like one big phone company.

There are no dirty words, only dirty minds.

What you end up with is outrageousness without the laugh - comedy as electro shock therapy.

Trying to figure things out was my gig. Without the human condition, there's no struggle, no pain and that means no laughter.

What is truth today may be a damn lie next week.