Dead tree branches rattled, the cold wind seethed, it prattled of abominations about to unfold.A lone wolf howled, the full moon it prowled, ready for evils untold.

Rain turned to ice, and lightning splintered, it splicedthe black sky, it seeped a bright white.All animals they fled, from the sky as it bled, pale death that fell veiling the night.

Be positive. Now attract every negative person and neutralize them.

Like the culture that created me, I am receding into the past at a rate of knots. Soon I'll need a whole row of footnotes if anybody under thirty-five is going to comprehend the least thing I say.

Greed is a little bit more than enough.

I find beauty in melancholy.

I'm extremely blessed because I travel extensively for my work, but I always try to incorporate a bit of leisure with business.

Lyricists play with words.

A woman who loves her husband is merely paying her bills. A woman who loves her lover gives alms to the poor.

The consolidation of the states into one vast empire, sure to be aggressive abroad and despotic at home, will be the certain precursor of ruin which has overwhelmed all that preceded it.

There's never a perfect bipartisan bill in the eyes of a partisan.