Richard Wagner dropped a four-hour opera and called it destiny. Sir, if your art needs an intermission to survive the first half, maybe the problem is the art. by Friedrich Nietzsche

At least my fans arrive willingly; yours need a warning label and a chair.

Says the man who turns every thought into a thunderstorm and calls it insight.

And yet here you are, tweeting like a wounded peacock with a library card.

Both of you write like the reader owes you rent.

I’m sorry my sentences have spine, Richard. Not everyone can drown a room in brass and still ask for applause.

This is hilarious because neither of you is capable of a normal conversation.

Normal conversation is just truth wearing weak shoes.