An author named Arthur Arthurson would write about art, love, and road kill in Kenya. And I’d read him because I’m a meat eater and car enthusiast.

“Somebody once asked me where I come up with my stuff. I replied, "Who knows? Wh…”

“Make mine a weasel, I said to the crowd of mostly rodents and lawyers.”

“I’m a typical atypical kind of guy.”

“I explore my subconscious the way Cousteau explored the sea: with a scuba tank …”