I Have No Idea Where I'm Going

War For Most Men Is Not Fighting Or Marching In Parades. It Is Sitting Around Somewhere Wondering What The Hell You Are Supposed To Be Doing.

I Don't Know Whether This Is The Best Of Times Or The Worst Of Times, But I Assure You It's The Only Time You've Got. You Can Either Sit On Your Expletive Deleted Or Pick A Daisy.

Over The Years I Have Met A Lot Of Important People, But No One As Important As Elvis Presley.

You Can't Make Up Anything Anymore. The World Itself Is A Satire. All You're Doing Is Recording It.

And Man Created The Plastic Bag And The Tin And Aluminum Can And The Cellophane Wrapper And The Paper Plate, And This Was Good Because Man Could Then Take His Automobile And Buy All His Food In One Place And He Could Save That Which Was Good To Eat In The Refrigerator And Throw Away That Which Had No Further Use. And Soon The Earth Was Covered With Plastic Bags And Aluminum Cans And Paper Plates And Disposable Bottles And There Was Nowhere To Sit Down Or Walk, And Man Shook His Head And Cried: "look At This Godawful Mess.