Using words to describe magic is like using a screwdriver to cut roast beef.

There are only two mantras, yum and yuck, mine is yum.

Jackson Pollock said once, "I don't really feel that many people in this world are alive." He said, "That's why I like you, Tom. You're alive."

The first thunderstorm of the season was in the dressing room, donning its black robes and its necklace of hailstones, strapping on its electrical sword.

When we accept bad art because it's good politics, we're killing the swan to feed the chickens.

You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning 'til dee sun come up.

Life's an offensive proposition from beginning to end. Maybe those who can't tolerate offense ought to just go ahead and end it all, and maybe those who demand financial compensation for offense ought to have it ended for them.