I Thought You Were Sane," I Said,

The Pest, In A Sense, Is A Very Superior Being To Us: He Knows Where To Find Us And How--usually In The Bath Or In Sexual Intercourse Or Asleep.

If There Are Junk Yards In Hell, Love Is The Dog That Guards The Gates.

I Tell You Such Fine Music Waits In The Shadows Of Hell.

I Am A Series Of Small Victories And Large Defeats And I Am As Amazed As Any Other That I Have Gotten From There To Here.

If You're Going To Try, Go All The Way. Otherwise, Don't Even Start.