He Smelled The Garden, The Yellow Shield

Great Men Are Not Born Great, They Grow Great . . .

Life Is Like A Box Of Hand Grenades,you Never Know What Will Blow You To Kingdom Come

Our Own Death Wish Is Our Only Real Tragedy.

Love Is Like The Little Red Toy Wagon You Get For Your Christmas Or Your Sixth Birthday. It Makes You Deliriously Happy And You Just Can't Leave It Alone. But Sooner Or Later The Wheels Come Off. Then You Leave It In A Corner And Forget It. Falling In Love Is Great. Being In Love Is A Disaster

When I Was Young, Some Women Told Me They Loved Me For My Long Eyelashes. I Accepted. Later It Was For My Wit. Then For My Power And Money. Then For My Talent. Then For My Mind-deep. Ok, I Can Handle All Of It. The Only Woman Who Scares Me Is The One Who Loves Me For Myself Alone. I Have Plans For Her. I Have Poisons And Daggers And Dark Graves In Caves To Hide Her Head. She Can't Be Allowed To Live. Especially If She's Sexually Faithful And Never Lies And Always Puts Me Ahead Of Everything And Everyone.