Is Sex Dirty? Only When It's Being

I Came Home One Night, Some Month Ago, And I Went To The Closet In My Bedroom...and A Moth Ate My Sports Jacket. He Was Laying On The Floor, Nauseous, Y'know.

Nothing Worth Knowing Can Be Understood With The Mind.

Life Is Like A Concentration Camp... You Can't Leave Without Dying.

The Curtain Rises On A Vast Primitive Wasteland, Not Unlike Certain Parts Of New Jersey.

Some Drink Deeply From The River Of Knowledge. Others Only Gargle.