It Takes All Sorts Of In And

I Cut My Own Hair. I Got Sick Of Barbers Because They Talk Too Much. And Too Much Of Their Talk Was About My Hair Coming Out.

Don't Be An Agnostic. Be Something.

There Would Be More Than Ocean-water Broken Before God's Last Put Out The Light Was Spoken.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak, Until We Found It Was Ourselves.

Hell Is A Half-filled Auditorium.