There Are Fewer Things More Thrilling In

The Hand Of Fate Had Dipped Into The Ragbag Of Humanity.

I've Met Them Down In The Cost And Accounting Department, Clean-shaven And In White Collars. They Can't See A Damn Thing Ridiculous About Themselves... Only About You.

I Had Woven A Tapestry Of Obscenity That As Far As I Know Is Still Hanging In Space Over Lake Michigan.

Manhattan Cabs Are Born Old.

The Truth Will Always Have A Market.