If someone asks me, “Why do you write?” I can reply by pointing out that it is a very dumb question. Nevertheless, there is an answer. I write because I hate. A lot. Hard. And if someone asks me the inevitable next dumb question, “Why do you wr...
Love will find a way against time itself.
For with dandies, a joke is the only way of making yourself respected.
Money. The ultimate motivation. The ultimate way of keeping score.
Failure is a detour on the way to using Cosmic Ordering.
Sometimes the way to a man's heart is through his talleywacker.
Either way, it happened, and everyone was going to pretend that it didn't.
The philosophers have only the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to it. [ ]
It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.
Life never seems to go the way you imagine it will.
She was not yet dead. But I was already alone.
Noble self-restraint must have something to restrain.
It seemed like all the way to tomorrow and over it to the days beyond.
People have often asked if I'm gay because I don't go out of my way to spit and scratch and give people attitude.
I think clothes are very much a representation of your attitude and the way you feel. I really love to be dressed down, though.
I was very angsty from a very young age. The way people start acting when they're 15, I started being at 8.
Pretend to be dumb, that's the only way to reach old age.
I want to sell to people my own age, because that's the way I write songs.
I prefer younger men. In some ways, they are much more open to a woman being stronger and independent then some of the men my age.
Tolerance is a one-way street in the Age of Obama. 'Choice' is in the eye (and iron fist) of the First Amendment usurper.
We grew up in abject poverty. Acting, writing scripts and skits were a way of escaping our environment at a very young age.
