I like druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls and trains. I like their lack of training, their primitive technique. I think it hurts you, when you stay too long in school.

I'm writing about real things. Real people. Real characters. You have to believe what I write about is true or you wouldn't pay any attention at all.

I think life is far too short to concentrate on your past. I rather look into the future.

Senator, it has been reported that you have had illegal congress with your mother.

Underachievers of the world unite, you have nothing to lose except your fright.

Life's like a mayonnaise soda.

How could you even dream or think something of someone who is as uncommercial as I am?