My Father Told Me Very

My Whole Approach To Wardrobe Is, Throw It In A Suitcase And Make Sure They Don't Press It, For Pete's Sake, So I Can Try To Display Some Rumpled Charm. Actually, I'm Just A Pig. I've Got Coffee Stains On My Pants. I Think They're Coffee Stains, Anyway.

There Has To Be Some Kind Of Order And Some Moral Code. I Don't Know How People Can Function Without A Belief In A Deity.

I'll Tell You What I Did Need To Learn Was Tolerance, And I Think I've Been Actually Given A Daily Opportunity To Practice That, And It's - It's - And I Know That That Sounds Almost Like A Backhanded Slap, And It Is In A Way Because I Haven't Been Successful At It Every Day.

It's Said That I Went Into A Rant, But I Think It Went On For About Five Words. I Was Drunk. It Just Turned Into A Big Thing. I Apologized Profusely - Not Once But Three Times. So What's The Problem? It's Four Years Ago. Do I Need To Apologize Again?

Creating Life Simply To Destroy It Is Wrong.