I Can Draw And Write, And You'd

A Man Is Whole Only When He Takes Into Account His Shadow.

The Priceless Galaxy Of Misinformation Called The Mind.

New York Rose Out Of The Water Like A Great Wave That Found It Impossible To Return Again And So Remained There In Horror, Peering Out Of The Million Windows Man Had Caged It With.

I've Seen Death And I Didn't Like It.

I'm A Fart In A Gale Of Wind, A Humble Violet Under A Cow Pat.