... don't let your elders and supposed betters tell you any different. Sure, you've never been to Paris. No, you never ran with the bulls at Pamploma. Yes, you're a pissant who had no hair in your armpits until three years ago - but so what? If you don't start out too big for your britches, how are you gonna fill 'em when you grow up? Let it rip regardless of what anybody tells you, that's my idea; sit down an smoke that baby.

The dream didn't fade as dreams usually do upon waking.

Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.

We're news junkies in my house.

So what he supposed to do? Grab Bobbie's ax and make like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning? He could see it. Smash, crash, bash: Heeeeeeere's GARDENER!

A man who lies about beer makes enemies.

People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk.