Ah, To Be A Bird. To Fly

Sometimes, After I'd Gone At The Coke Like One Of Those Snow Plows Moving Up First Avenue, I'd Think My Heart Was Over On The Dresser, Pounding, And I Was Watching It. I Asked Some Of The Doctors Who Drifted Through The Intensive-care Unit What Kind Of Effect Total Cocaine Abuse Has On The Heart And They Said Things Like, "well, There's Not Enough Valid Information...." That Kind Of Answer.

By And Large, Language Is A Tool For Concealing The Truth.

I Really Haven't Seen This Many People In One Place Since They Took Group Photographs Of All The Criminals And Lawbreakers In The Ronald Reagan Administration.

When I Got Out Of High School They Retired My Jersey, But It Was For Hygiene And Sanitary Reasons.

The More Syllables A Euphemism Has, The Further Divorced From Reality It Is.