To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.

Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.

Without religion this world would be something not fit to be mentioned in polite company$$$ I mean Hell.

Reading is never a waste of time.

A pretty girl can do no wrong.

There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.

And$$$ above all$$$ beware of the cat.

How become a writer? Naturally.

There are more pleasant things to do than beat up people.

It's hard to be humble when you're as great as I am.