Spam: I do not like it in a box, I do not like it with an ox. I do not like it in the air, I do not like it anywhere. Not even when it comes from Knits G. Bacchanal at matter-of-life-and-death.com, Largess O. Sperm at maskofthedemon.com, Fizzle H. Entrench at prim-and-proper.com, or Loudliest O. Bespeak from jesus-h-christ.com.
I don’t like it even when it bons it mots.
- The more minimal the art, the more maximum the explanation.
- What a man knows at fifty that he did not know at twenty is for the most part incommunicable.
- The only good luck many great men ever had was being born with the ability and determination to overcome bad luck.
- Every man loves what he is good at.
- The cosmos is about the smallest hole that a man can hide his head in.
- Lifestyles and sex roles are passed from parents to children as inexorably as blue eyes or small feet.
- A critic is a legless man who teaches running.
- Bed is the poor man’s opera.
- I would much rather have men ask why I have no statue than why I have one.
- Power is my mistress. I have worked too hard at her conquest to allow anyone to take her away from me.
- He has conferred on the practice of vacillation the aura of statesmanship.
All well and good. But stay out of my mailbox, you nasty scrofulates. We hatesssss it.