I'd Rather Be Running The Game Than

A Stupid Person Can Make Only Certain, Limited Types Of Errors; The Mistakes Open To A Clever Fellow Are Far Broader. But To The One Who Knows How Smart He Is Compared To Everyone Else, The Possibilities For True Idiocy Are Boundless.

When I Say That Life Is Like An Onion, I Mean This: If You Don't Do Anything With It, It Goes Rotten. So Far, That's No Different From Other Vegetables. But When An Onion Goes Bad, It Can Either Do It From The Inside, Or The Outside. So Sometimes You See One That Looks Good, But The Core Is Rotten. Other Times, You Can See A Bad Spot On It, But If You Cut That Out, The Rest Is Fine. Tastes Sharp, But That's What You Paid For, Isn't It?

I’ve Heard It Said: ‘by His Home You Shall Know Him’; And We All Know That We Must Pay Attention To Anyone Who Reverses The Subject And Auxiliary Verb In His Sentence.

The Tools Are Real. The Viewer Is Real, You, The Artist, Is Real And A Part Of Everything You Paint. You Connect Yourself To The Viewer By Sharing Something That Is Inside Of You That Connects With Something Inside Of Him. All You Have As Your Guide Is That You Know What Moves You. All You Have To Do It With Is A Brush, Some Chemical And Canvas, And Technique.

There Are Millions Of Ways For People To Die, If You Number Each Vital Organ, Each Ways It Can Fail, All The Poisons From The Earth And The Sea Which Can Cause These Failures.