Satire's Nature Is To Be One-sided, Contemptuous

I Lived In New York For A Couple Months. It Seemed To Me At First An Incredibly Clean Place With Well-dressed People And Washed Cars And Bright-painted Red-and-yellow Streetcars And White Buildings.

The Theory Of The Teacher With All These Immigrant Kids Was That If You Spoke English Loudly Enough They Would Eventually Understand.

Anyone At Any Age Is Able To Tell The Story Of His Or Her Life With Authority.

The Music Of The Stones Pounds The Air Like The Amplified Pulse Of My Erection.

Longing, The Hope For Fulfillment, Is The One Unwavering Passion Of The World's Commerce.