Honesty Isn't Enough For Me.

Like A Duck On The Pond. On The Surface Everything Looks Calm, But Beneath The Water Those Little Feet Are Churning A Mile A Minute.

The Worst Job I Ever Had Was Working Nights In The Chrysler Building. I Was Part Of A Team Of About Five Guys, And We Polished The Leather Furniture.

I Have Trouble With Direction, Because I Have Trouble With Authority. I Was Not A Good Marine.

I Write In The Morning From About Eight Till Noon, And Sometimes Again A Bit In The Afternoon. In The Morning I Start Off By Going Over What I Had Done The Previous Day, Which My Wife Has Happily Typed Up For Me.

Don't Piss In My Ear And Tell Me It's Raining.