Everybody Is As Unstable As Water.

It Is The Anonymous "they," The Enigmatic "they" Who Are In Charge. Who Is "they"? I Don't Know. Nobody Knows. Not Even "they" Themselves.

When You Consider The Opportunity And Power He Had To Really Do A Job, And Then Look At The Stupid, Ugly Little Mess He Made Of It Instead, His Sheer Incompetence Is Almost Staggering.

The Problem With The Loneliness I Suffer Is That The Company Of Others Has Never Been A Cure For It.

Why Are They Going To Disappear Him?' I Don't Know.' It Doesn't Make Sense. It Isn't Even Good Grammar.

The Night Was Full Of Horrors, And He Thought He Knew How Christ Must Have Felt As He Walked Through The World, Like A Psychiatrist Through A Ward Full Of Nuts.