When I Sit Down To Write, I

The Ultimate End Of Any Ideology Is Totalitarianism.

In The End, Perhaps We Should Simply Imagine A Joke; A Long Joke That's Continually Retold In An Accent Too Thick And Strange To Ever Be Completely Understood. Life Is That Joke My Friends. The Soul Is The Punch Line.

Minds Were Made For Blowing.

There Is A Similarity Between Juggling And Composing On The Typewriter. The Trick Is, When You Spill Something, Make It Look Like A Part Of The Act.

Whatever Goes Wrong Can Be Used To Your Advantage, Providing It Goes Wrong Enough.