“The trip itself was the usual...adulation from all sides, rose petals strewn in my path everywhere I went, silver bells festooning the howdah on my private white elephant...you know the drill. I maintained my customary demeanor or regal calm and enigmatic silence throughout.”
“I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side.”
“i decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.”
“If I maintain my silence about my secret it is my prisoner...if I let it slip from my tongue, I am ITS prisoner.”
“When the door to my writing chamber gasps shut and the almost imperceptible sigh of a rose petal falls on my desk, I know that my muse is present.”
“The path of my life is strewn with cow pats from the devil's own satanic herd!”