God Is A Lonely Place Without Steak.

Love Is Kind Of Like When You See A Fog In The Morning, When You Wake Up Before The Sun Comes Out. It's Just A Little While, And Then It Burns Away... Love Is A Fog That Burns With The First Daylight Of Reality.

What Good Are You? What Can You Do? It Has Cost Me A Thousands Of Dollars To Raise You, Feed You, Clothe You! Suppose I Left You Here On The Street? Then What Would You Do?" "catch Butterflies

True Revolution Comes From True Revulsion; When Things Get Bad Enough The Kitten Will Kill The Lion.

When You Leave Your Typewriter You Leave Your Machine Gun And The Rats Come Pouring Through.

Things Get Bad For All Of Us, Almost Continually, And What We Do Under The Constant Stress Reveals Who/what We Are.