The big uncookable sections of who we are, they’re the ones I love to taste the most.

“I say we cut our government in half, with a chainsaw along their waists.”

“If love had its limits, and those limits tasted like lasagna, could you see you…”

“A brick could deliver the zeitgeist through the thick skull of a politician fas…”

“When I write my dreams down, I can relive my sleep when I am awake.”