The Truth Will Always Have A Market.

The Hand Of Fate Had Dipped Into The Ragbag Of Humanity.

The Bumpuses Were So Low Down On The Evolutionary Totem Pole That They Weren't Even Included In Darwin's Famous Family Tree. They Had Inbred And Ingrown And Finally Emerged From The Kentucky Hills Like Some Remnant Of Attila The Hung's Barbarian Horde. Flick Said That They Had Webbed Feet And Only Three Toes. It Might Have Been True.

I've Met Them Down In The Cost And Accounting Department, Clean-shaven And In White Collars. They Can't See A Damn Thing Ridiculous About Themselves... Only About You.

Manhattan Cabs Are Born Old.

I Had Woven A Tapestry Of Obscenity That As Far As I Know Is Still Hanging In Space Over Lake Michigan.