I Stand For What I Stand On.

How Could Anything Non-controversial Be Of Intellectual Interest To Grown-ups?

Critics Are Like Ticks On A Dog Or Tits On A Motor: Ornamental But Dysfunctional.

Opera: I Like It, Except For All Those Howling Sopranos And Caterwauling Tenors. (why Can't Tenors Sing Like Men?)

The Result Of This Bestial Lust Is An Indiscriminate And Promiscuous Splaying Of All Of My Energies- Wanting All, I Accomplish Nothing; Desiring Everything, I Satisfy Nothing And Am Satisfied By Nothing.

A Pretty Girl Can Do No Wrong.