I Only Take A Drink

That You, Sister. May You Be The Mother Of A Bishop.

There Is No Such Thing As Bad Publicity Except Your Own Obituary.

They Took Away Our Land, Our Language, And Our Religion; But They Could Never Harness Our Tongues.

God Forgive Us-but Most Of Us Grew Up To Be The Sort Of Men Our Mothers Warned Us Against.

Critics Are Like Eunuchs In A Harem; They Know How It's Done, They've Seen It Done Every Day, But They're Unable To Do It Themselves.