When God Hands You A Gift, He

Clocks Indeed Must Have Their Sacrifice: What Is Death But An Offering To Time And Eternity?

When I'm Writing, I Never Write More Than Four Hours A Day.

There Were Hints Of Sunrise On The Rim Of The Sky, Yet It Was Still Dark, And The Traces Of Morning Color Were Like Goldfish Swimming In Ink.

When You've Got Nowhere To Turn, Turn On The Gas.

I Haven't Anything Against Whores, Except This: Some Of Them May Have An Honest Tongue But They All Have Dishonest Hearts.