I explore my subconscious the way Cousteau explored the sea: with a scuba tank and a smile.

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

“I murdered all my staff. I’m terribly sorry. I thought they were someone else (…”

“I have rose-colored glasses. The frames have thorns.”

“I could write from anywhere, including the moon, provided I had a pencil and no…”