I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger: A man on the move$$$ and just sick enough to be totally confident.

Reality itself is too twisted.

The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.

As you were$$$ I was. As I am$$$ you will be.

It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.

I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor$$$ so writing is the only recourse left for me.

I hold a beast$$$ an angel and a madman in me.

Remember laughter. You'll need it even in the blessed isles of Ever After.

A society without jaywalkers might indicate a society without artists.

Let the high Muse chant loves Olympian: We are but mortals$$$ and must sing of men.