Not What The Mind Sees, But What

Life Is Like Boxing In Many Unsettling Respects. But Boxing Is Only Like Boxing.

I Love Insult, It's Always Honest.

Among Many Of My Friends And Acquaintances, I Seem To Be One Of The Very Few Individuals Who Felt Or Feels No Ambivalence About My Mother. All My Feelings For My Mother Were Positive, Very Strong And Abiding.

The Suicide Does Not Play The Game, Does Not Observe The Rules. He Leaves The Party Too Soon, And Leaves The Other Guests Painfully Uncomfortable.

Every Scar In My Face Is Worth It.