Reality is a formless lure, And only when we know this Do we dare to be unreal.

For me, poetry is an impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.

H. L. Mencken suffers from the hallucination that he is H. L. Mencken - there is no cure for a disease of that magnitude.

Words are soldiers of fortune hired by different ideas.

Time is but a phantom dagger That motion lifts to slay itself.

Thank you for inviting me to your house, but I prefer to dine in the Greek restaurant at Wabash Avenue and 12th Street where I will be limited to finding dead flies in my soup.

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.

God always sends an angelto soften the sting of the devil.

As long as there are people suffering, how can I not be happy?

I was just totally taken by Michael Jackson when I was a little kid, like everyone else.

That kiss was really nice you know before you...bit me, but it was still nice.

When I was a boy I used to do what my father wanted. Now I have to do what my boy wants. My problem is: When am I going to do what I want?

Gentlemen, listen to me slowly.

We are sensible of the duty and expediency of submitting our opinions to the will of the majority, and can wait with patience till they get right if they happen to be at any time wrong.

What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area.

The dead are never far from us. They're in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.

All men know the utility of useful things; but they do not know the utility of futility.