In Business, As In Politics, The Public

All Fear Comes From Trying To See The Future, Biff. If You Know What Is Coming, You Aren't Afraid.

Like God's Own Chocolate, I'd Lick Her Shadow Off A Hot Sidewalk

I Wanted A Trumpet Concerto That Reflected Native American Music Because, Well, There Aren't Any. I Looked Around For One But Couldn't Find Anything. So It's A Wide-open Field.

So I Am Death" Charlie Said Then Turned To His Daughter While Buttering His Toast. "this Is Death Toast Sweety.

And An Inky-colored Despair Of Rejection Enveloped Me Like The Black Tortilla Of Depression Around A Pain Burrito.