Life--you Have To Live It

Fine, You Do That, And You Tell Them That At The Very First Opportunity, I'm Coming Down There And Killing All Of Them. Mass Murder. And After They're All Dead, I'm Going To Kick The Bodies Around, Dance On Top Of Them, And Sing A Happy Song. No Jury Will Convict Me.

He Trailed Off As He Saw The Books. Piles And Stacks Of Them Beside The Sofa, Another Stack On The Coffee Table, A Sea Of Them On Her Dining Table. Jesus Christ, Dane, You Need Treatment.

I Don't Base Any Character On A Real Person, And Really Don't Do Composites Either. I Make Them Up.

Why Is It You Think You'll Live Forever And Why Do You Want To, I'd Like To Know, When You Deny Yourselves So Many Of The Basic Pleasures In Life?

Because When You Hate Something, You Stop Doing It.