At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, >>
Life loves the liver of it. >>
There is a very fine line between loving life and being greedy for it. >>
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of >>
'Tis no extravagant arithmetic to say, that for every ten jokes, thou >>
I remain just one thing, and one thing only -- and that is a clown. It >>
My life has been one great big joke, a dance that's walked a song that's spoke, I laugh so hard I almost choke when I think about myself.