I'll Confess It Is Pleasant To Look

It's Hard To Have Anything Isn't It? Rare To Get It, Hard To Keep It. This Is A Damn Slippery Planet.

Gratitude’s Got A Short Half-life, Clarice.

I'm Doing One Of Three Things: I'm Writing. I'm Staring Out The Window. Or I'm Writhing On The Floor.

On A Related Subject, Signore Pazzi, I Must Confess To You: I'm Giving Serious Thought To Eating Your Wife.

When You Feel Strain, Keep Your Mouth Shut If You Can.