Ban Poetry. And Make Sure

Disco Dancing Is Just The Steady Thump Of A Giant Moron Knocking In An Endless Nail.

Murray Sounds Like A Blindfolded Man Riding A Unicycle On The Rim Of The Pit Of Doom, The Men Actually Facing The Danger Are All So Taciturn That You Might As Well Try Interviewing The Cars Themselves.

Every Sentence He Manages To Utter Scatters Its Component Parts Like Pond Water From A Verb Chasing Its Own Tail.

Little Books Are The Things To Write At My Age, I've Decided. Avoid The Big Ones, Go For The Little Ones.

Jimmy Connors Likes The Ball To Come At Him In A Straight Line, So That He Can Hit It Back In Another Straight Line. When It Comes To Him In A Curve, He Uses Up Half Of His Energy Straightening It Up Again.