Being Brave Is Being Scared And Worried

Writing Is Simply One Thought After Another Dying Upon The One Before.

Do You Have A Dollar On You? I Hate To Answer Questions For Nothing.

You Want Me To Admit I'm A Four-foot, Six-inch Freckle-faced Person Of Jewish Extraction? I Admit It. All But The Extraction. But Being Short Never Bothered Me For Three Seconds. The Rest Of The Time I Wanted To Commit Suicide.

My God, I'd Love To Smash Into The Casket Of Dostoyevsky, Grab That Bony Hand And Scream At The Remains, 'well Done, You God-damn Genius.'

Ill Just Say Whats In My Heart: Ba-bump, Ba-bump, Ba-bump.