I'm A Spalding Gray In

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.

If You Serve Too Many Masters, You'll Soon Suffer.

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing.

Life And Death Are Balanced As It Were On The Edge Of A Razor