The last vestiges of the old Republic have been swept away.

A woman employs sincerity only when every other form of deception has failed.

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

Violence stinks, no matter which end of it you're on. But now and then there's nothing left to do but hit the other person over the head with a frying pan. Sometimes people are just begging for that frypan, and if we weaken for a moment and honor t

Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.

I am America's child, a spastic slogging on demented limbs drooling I'll trade my PhD for a telephone voice.