when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.

Thanks, for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business. Thanks, for a nation of finks.

Which came first the intestine or the tapeworm?

I miss you so much your absence causes me, at times, accute pain. I don't mean sexually. I mean in connection with my writing.

By the flaws in the picture the truth will emerge.

As an old junk pusher told me, 'Watch whose money you pick up.'

A consumer society is about simplfying and degrading the consumer as well as the product.