Sundays Kill More People Than Bombs.

Of Course, There Would Always Be Arguments. That Is The Nature Of Woman. They Like The Mutual Exchange Of Dirty Laundry, A Bit Of Screaming, A Bit Of Dramatics. Then An Exchange Of Vows.

There's A Light Somewhere. It May Not Be Much Light But It Beats The Darkness.

True Revolution Comes From True Revulsion; When Things Get Bad Enough The Kitten Will Kill The Lion.

Young Or Old, Good Or Bad, I Don't Think Anything Dies As Slow And As Hard As A Writer.

All That I Know Is That I Believe In The Sound Of Music And The Running Of A Horse. All Else Is Squabble.