Kill One Man, And You Are Murderer.

On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire Still Appears Infinite.

Certain Brief Sentences Are Peerless In Their Ability To Give One The Feeling That Nothing Remains To Be Said.

God, That Checkroom Of Our Dreams.

Somebody Told Me I Should Put A Pebble In My Mouth To Cure My Stuttering. Well, I Tried It, And During A Scene I Swallowed The Pebble. That Was The End Of That.

To Be Adult Is To Be Alone.