Long Words, Fat Talk They May Tell

So There He Is At Last. Man On The Moon. The Poor Magnificent Bungler! He Can't Even Get To The Office Without Undergoing The Agonies Of The Damned, But Give Him A Little Metal, A Few Chemicals, Some Wire And Twenty Or Thirty Billion Dollars And Vroom! There He Is, Up On A Rock A Quarter Of A Million Miles Up In The Sky.

The Goal Of All Inanimate Objects Is To Resist Man And Ultimately Defeat Him.

People Who Say You're Just As Old As You Feel Are All Wrong, Fortunately.

It's Good For The Soul To Hear Yourself As Others Hear You, And Next Time Maybe, Just Maybe, You Will Not Talk So Much, So Loudly, So Brilliantly, So Charmingly, So Utterly Shamelessly Foolishly.

Skins Tanned To The Consistency Of Well-traveled Alligator Suitcases.