I believe the stars can affect human lives, particularly by providing employment for thousands of astrologers.

Thanks to my computer, I have now achieved a much higher state of disorganization.

All I ask of Life is a constant and exaggerated sense of my own importance.

The trouble is that sex is a force of nature, and reason is not.

We're still benefiting from the sacrifices of people long dead, but we're also suffering from their errors.

Everything takes longer than you expect, even when you expect it to take longer than you expect.

If you must keep groaning, please try to do it in a rhythm I can dance to.