I Personally Translated The Word

Truth Is Like Nuclear Waste: It Needs To Be Dealt With Carefully. Sometimes It Needs To Be Buried Way, Way Out Of Town. And Sometimes It Should Never Be Uncovered At All.

The People I Work With Are Like Family. I Don't Mean This In A Nice Way.

The Search For Truth Can Be Compared To A Cat Chasing Her Tail: Frantic In Her Pursuit, Her Quarry Nevetheless Eludes Her; Despite The Fact That All The World Can See It's Right There, It Remains Just Beyond Her Reach. It Cannot Be Possessed Because, Paradoxically, It Is Already Part Of Her.

As A Kid, You Await Holidays With A Wide-eyed, Passionate, Almost Maniacal Enthusiasm. Heavy Breathing Is Involved.

If Anger Were Mileage, I'd Be A Very Frequent Flyer, Right Up There In First Class.