People Do Too Much. They Say Too

One More Drink And You're Dead. This Is No Way To Talk To A Suicide Head.

When You Leave Your Typewriter You Leave Your Machine Gun And The Rats Come Pouring Through.

God Is A Lonely Place Without Steak.

Goodness Can Be Found Sometimes In The Middle Of Hell.

And Now Sometimes I'm Interviewed, They Want To Hear About Life And Literature And I Get Drunk And Hold Up My Cross-eyed, Shot, Runover De-tailed Cat And I Say,"look, Look At This!" But They Don't Understand, They Say Something Like,"you Say You've Been Influenced By Celine?" No," I Hold The Cat Up,"by What Happens, By Things Like This, By This, By This!