You Can't Eat Language But It Eases

A Man Is An Island In The Only Sense That Matters, Not An Easy Way To Be. We Live In Mystery, A Cosmos Of Separate Lonely Bodies, Men, Insects, Stars. It Is All Loneliness And Men Know It Best.

I Work With Language. I Love The Flowers Of Afterthought.

The Purpose Of Freedom Is To Create It For Others.

Comedy, I Imagine, Is Harder To Do Consistently Than Tragedy, But I Like It Spiced In The Wine Of Sadness.

In My Dreams I Ate And I Ate My Dreams.