There's truths there that spiral out of what appears to be just a word game. That's what I find mystifying about the meanings of things: they kind of unscrew themselves from the practical words.

Did the devil make the world while God was sleeping?

I think all songs should have weather in them. Names of towns and streets, and they should have a couple of sailors. I think those are just song prerequisites.

On my gravestone, I want it to say, "I told you I was sick."

I took a hundred dollars from a blindman's hand.

I'm so horny the crack of dawn better watch out.

It's cold out there, colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night.