Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?

Pride Was The Belt You Used To Hold Your Pants Up When You Had No Pants.

No One Ever Does Live Happily Ever After, But We Leave The Children To Find That Out For Themselves.

A Place Is Yours When You Know Where All The Roads Go.

Americans Are Apocalyptic By Nature. The Reason Why Is That We've Always Had So Much, So We Live In Deadly Fear That People Are Going To Take It Away From Us.

I Am, When You Stop To Think Of It, A Member Of A Fairly Select Group: The Final Handful Of American Novelists Who Learned To Read And Write Before They Learned To Eat A Daily Helping Of Video Bullshit.