Salt. Wound. Together At Last.

My Final Word: Don't Follow Your Dreams . . . Chase Them. With A Stick, Or A Shovel, Or Whatever You Have Handy. Get That [bleep]ing Dream!

It Was Clearly One Of Those Mornings When I Was Particularly American.

She Wasn't Only Gay, She Was A Gay Elf.

I'm Keith," He Said, "and You're . . . Clearly Mad, But What's Your Name?

It Took A Lot Of Women Like That, A Lot Of Women Who Said "i'm Not Going To Do What You Expect Me To Do, Because You Have No Idea What I'm Capable Of. I'm Going To Get Dirty And Use Tools And Live The Way I Want" To Move The World Forward.