Quotes from Andrew Levy

And then a throb hits you on the left ide of the head so hard that your head bobs to the right...There's no way that came from inside your head, you think. That's no metaphysical crisis. God just punched you in the face.

But it's not so much a headache as possession, my head an occupied territory, and my normal self, a disenfranchised native populace, driven underground.

Paint what you know, especially if it looks like something you shouldn't know.

American Slavery, American Freedom

Shiftless, lazy, and dadblasted tired

Mamma loves morals," she said, at eleven, "Papa loves cats.