Good Days And Long Nights To Ya,

He Was A Clot Looking For A Place To Happen, A Splinter Of Bone Hunting A Soft Organ To Puncture, A Lonely Lunatic Cell Looking For A Mate - They Would Set Up Housekeeping And Raise Themselves A Cozy Little Malignant Tumor.

Don't Let The Sun Go Down Without Saying Thank You To Someone, And Without Admitting To Yourself That Absolutely No One Gets This Far Alone.

Panic Is Highly Contagious, Especially In Situations When Nothing Is Known And Everything Is In Flux.

He Sat Upon His Throne, Which Is Made Of Skulls.

I've Given Up Thinking - It Keeps Getting Me Into Trouble.