Never Eat In A Place Called 'mom's'.

...he Said, With Sort Of A Little Derisive Smile, "how Can You Walk Down The Street With All This Stuff Going On Inside You?" I Said, "i Don't Know How You Can Walk Down The Street With Nothing Going On Inside You.

The Devil Lives In A Double-shot", Roman Explains Himself Obscurely. "i Got A Great Worm Inside. Gnaws And Gnaws. Every Day I Drown Him And Every Day He Gnaws. Help Me Drown The Worm, Fellas.

It Is Strange How Fragile This Man-creature Is.....in One Second He's Just Garbage. Garbage, That's All.

To Literary Critics A Book Is Assumed To Be Guilty Until It Proves Itself Innocent.

I Went Out There For A Thousand A Week, And I Worked Monday, And I Got Fired Wednesday. The Guy That Hired Me Was Out Of Town Tuesday.