Develop A Built-in Bullshit Detector.

Love Is Something That Hangs Up Behind The Bathroom Door And Smells Of Lysol.

You Are Killing Me, Fish, The Old Man Thought. But You Have A Right To. Never Have I Seen A Greater, Or More Beautiful, Or A Calmer Or More Noble Thing Than You, Brother.

I Mistrust All Frank And Simple People, Especially When Their Stories Hold Together

Got Tight Last Night On Absinthe And Did Knife Tricks. Great Success Shooting The Knife Underhand Into The Piano. The Woodworms Are So Bad And Eat Hell Out Of All The Furniture That You Can Always Claim The Woodworms Did It.

How Little We Know Of What There Is To Know.