I Prefer My Oysters Fried;

Think About Scary Movies: There's A Fine Line Between Horror And Humor.

The Local Groceries Are All Out Of Broccoli, Loccoli.

Being President Of Too Many Well-meaning Organizations Put My Father Into An Early Grave. The Lesson In This Was Not Lost On Me.

Cats Have Intercepted My Footsteps At The Ankle For So Long That My Gait, Both At Home And On Tour, Has Been Compared To That Of A Man Wading Through Low Surf.

It's My Belief That Sanity Lies In Realizing That Reality Is Not Exactly What We Had In Mind.