I prefer my oysters fried; that way I know my oysters died.

Anyone who undertakes the literary grind had better like playing around with words.

Mozart combined high formality and playfulness that delights as no other composition in any other medium does.

Ham's substantial, ham is fat. Ham is firm and sound. Ham's what God was getting at When He made pigs so round.

When I weed, I like to get off into my own head. For one thing, my wife plants and I have trouble telling which plants are weeds and which are my favorite plants. So I tend to hop around and grab the weeds that I know are weeds. So I don't weed all that linearly. I tend to weed haphazardly.

If a cat spoke, it would say things like, 'Hey, I don't see the problem here.'

English is an outrageous tangle of those derivations and other multifarious linguistic influences, from Yiddish to Shoshone, which has grown up around a gnarly core of chewy, clangorous yawps derived from ancestors who painted themselves blue to frighten their enemies.