Hulga the whole while hollering like a half-slaughtered hog. (Attention, students of literature! Alliteration - have you noticed? - is my least vice.)

I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn't being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other's sure to.

Have you never heard what the wise men say: all of the future exists in the past.

It's redundant to die in Los Angeles.

If you weren't here, if you could be anywhere you wanted to be, doing anything you wanted to do, where would you be and what would you be doing?

Some prisons don't allow guitar because the strings can be detached and used as weapons.

I've never been a teacher in my life.