If I were stranded in the woods with nothing to eat but nuts, berries, and the complete works of Allen Ginsberg, I’d eat the latter first, because at least the nuts and berries might be inspirational to my poetry.

“Politicians give criminals a bad name. A bad name like a bad word like shit.”

“If I’m having a conversation with my clone, am I having an interior dialogue ex…”

“Growing up, my bedroom was like a garage, only much smaller and with more lawnm…”

“One javelin through five people is like a murder kabob. Saves bullets.”