In complete silence you can’t hear a thing. Just ask a deaf person—but ask them with your fingers.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI oft go to a loft aloft in the sky. I go alone, because I enjoy the company of a lofty intellect.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI’m tired of talking. I want you to extract my thoughts through my nostrils.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI think someone should invent an edible remote control, to go along with TV dinners.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI think I have a strange thing growing out of my neck that causes me to think too much.
This Book is Not FOR SALE