(Ben Sanderson, speaking to a bartender) -- Please, serve me today, and I'll never come in here again. If I do, you can 86 me.

metal + -head → metalhead

That inevitable pork fat that flavors everything after one gets west of Buffalo, and a little off the line of travel that leads you through the great hotels in the great cities in America, — that saleratus bread, hayey tea, clammy pie-crust, […]

It's when I'm in the zone that I feel by myself, the most vibrantly alone.