How Am I Immature? Intellectually, Emotionally, And

Nothing Like A Little Post-traumatic Stress Disorder To Make Your Day Complete.

I'm Not Anti-social. I'm Just Not Social.

Dying Is Like Making Love, Except You Don't Get Naseous Afterwards.

Then Job Fell To His Knees And Cried To The Lord, "thine Is The Kingdom And The Power And Glory. Thou Hast A Good Job. Don't Blow It."

Sometimes The Critics Will Like A Film, And The Public Doesn't Come. Sometimes The Critics Won't Like The Film, And The Public Will Come. It's Completely Spontaneous. It's A Hazard.