Missing Persons was based in Los Angeles.
His eyes were rolling in their sockets, and his face had taken on the colour and expression of a devout tomato. I could see he loved like a thousand bricks.
I always advise people never to give advice.
Always get to the dialogue as soon as possible. I always feel the thing to go for is speed. Nothing puts the reader off more than a big slab of prose at the start.
I always strive, when I can, to spread sweetness and light. There have been several complaints about it.
A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life's gas-pipe with a lighted candle.
Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.
I think that this necessity to travel, to see, it's part of human nature.
If you were to try and pick him out of a group of boys, you’d be wrong. He’d be the other one. Over at the side. The one your eye slipped over.
Of course, I'm sour that if (retirement) happens, I didn't get to quit on my own terms.
I just kept it real and had the freedom to do what I want. It's not designed for any age group. It's not made for radio. There are no edits. The whole album contains explicit lyrics but that's because you need it.