The mean streets of easy street Lack any meaning– To get there, try going crazy But everybody knows You’d be crazy to try

No one loves a woman like her man and no one loves capitalism like its Marxists In each case

Optimists dance the two-step: It’s going to get worse before it gets better Pessimists plod

The ferocity of narcissistic rage Is in direct proportion to the dis… The depths of their contempt And the heights of their self-rega… Healing for the narcissist will on…

Before you know it The next big thing Is already The next best thing I suppose there’s worse things tha…

I thought they’d finally say Mea culpa But they still just said Me

In the confession booth I have a confession to make so that I can receive forgiveness In the show trial I have a confession to make up

Everybody worships something But that something is amiss Hero worship is one thing But heroin’s an abyss Invisible from the One Ring

The first time I went to a robot… I said it hurts when I do this just as I bared my soul and the robot doctor said Don’t do that

Being human beings Pacifists are just as obsessed With wielding power As everybody else And just as pathological as those

When I was a kid we thought the end of the world was coming any minute via The Button Instead it came a little later

You’ve met your femme fa– tale when you can’t stop wishful thinking about her

Guilty, I’d pled when left for dead for what I had said but as the undead squeezed my bonehead

In theory rule by consensus sounds more democratic but in practice it leads to hung juries

One thing I’ve learned is The good times Weren’t as good As I imagined them to be In fear of the bad times