People Don't Die From The Old Diseases

Get A Day Job, Make Your Money From That, And Write To Please Yourself.

Any Writer Who Pretends To A Disaffection For Recognition, I Think They're Being Duplicitous.

And We Passed Through The Cavern Of Rats. And We Passed Through The Path Of Boiling Steam. And We Passed Through The Country Of The Blind. And We Passed Through The Slough Of Despond. And We Passed Through The Vale Of Tears. And We Came, Finally, To The Ice Caverns.

[on Love:] I Have No Respect For Anyone Who Says They've Given Up, Or That They're Not Looking Or That They're Tired. That Is To Abrogate One's Responsibility As A Human Being.

They Change Scapegoats At The Networks More Regularly Than Some People Change Socks.