The Thing Is, Even After The Revolution,

Bad Stories Are Written About Me Because The Press Knows They Can Make Me Into A Weeping Dog And Few People Will Object.

We’ve Been Filled With Great Treasure For One Purpose: To Be Spilled.

Faces Can Lie. Backsides Can't.

You May Think I’m Small, But I Have A Universe Inside My Mind.

When I'm Inspired, I Jot Things Down And Put Them In A Pile.