I See History As A Relay Race

I Sat Day After Day In My Little Room, Waiting For Inspiration To Visit Me, Trying To Invent A Pseudonym That Would Express, In A Combination Of Noble And Striking Sounds, Our Dream Of Artistic Achievement, A Pen Name Grand Enough To Compensate For My Own Feeling Of Insecurity And Helplessness At The Idea Of Everything My Mother Expected From Me.

They Thought I Suffered From Lack Of Exterior, When I Suffered From Excess Of Interior

Literature Is Greater Than Any Of Us, Dammit.

Humor Is An Affirmation Of Dignity, A Declaration Of Man's Superiority To All That Befalls Him.

...the Only Way To Prove You Are Normal Is To Smash Someone's Face In