Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.

Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory.

They can afford to smile because they all have teeth so dazzling if they dropped them in the snow they'd be lost forever.

Talking about a problem sometimes makes it worse.

It is impossible to be truly artistic without the risk of offending someone somewhere.

Come, my pretender, my fritter, my bubbler, my chicken biddy! Oh succulent one, it is but one turn in the road and I would be a cannibal!

I'd be a whale shark. I'd like to be the biggest. The winner. Size is always important.

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet.

I think the major good idea in Unix was its clean and simple interface: open, close, read, and write.

How can anyone be against love?

God must hate common people, because he made them so common.

I could be whatever I wanted to be if I trusted that music, that song, that vibration of God that was inside of me.