I missed jazz, kind of. And by the time I came to it in life, it was too intimidating to enjoy thoroughly.

I mean, I haven't been completely lacking in some enjoyment of Chuck Berry or Buddy Holly. But I just didn't pay attention to that period of music, obviously.

I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Lourve museum, get a good running start, and hurl myself at the wall.

I've been to Paris. And it ain't that pretty at all.

People write because it seems like it'll be an easier job than carpet laying, that they might meet more girls. And they write because the world strikes them as being a marvelous place, and they want to keep bringing that to everybody's attention. You know ~ a scary place, a menacing place, an exciting place because it's scary and menacing. But mainly, kind of glorious.

I'm very well acquainted with the seven deadly sins, I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in.

I saw a Werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand