I Want Story, Wit, Music, Wryness, Color,

New York Is Where It Is Going To Begin, I Think. You Can See It Coming. The Insect Experts Have Learned How It Works With Locusts. Until Locust Population Reaches A Certain Density, They All Act Like Any Grasshoppers. When The Critical Point Is Reached, They Turn Savage And Swarm, And Try To Eat The World. We're Nearing A Critical Point. One Day Soon Two Strangers Will Bump Into Each Other At High Noon In The Middle Of New York. But This Time They Won't Snarl And Go On. They Will Stop And Stare And Then Leap At Each Others

My Purpose Is To Entertain Myself First And Other People Secondly.

Now It Stands To Reason, Mister, Any Damn Fool Stares Into The Sun Long Enough, He'll End Up Seeing Exactly What Some Other Damn Fool Tells Him He's Going To See.

...it Isn't Foolish Or Wicked To Enjoy. Wickedness Is Hurting People On Purpose. I Love What You Are And Who You Are And How You Are. You Give Me Great Joy. And You Make Horrible Coffee.

We Have Been Endowed With The Capacity And The Power To Create Desirable Pictures Within And To Find Them Automatically In The Outer World Of Our Environment.