I was just down in Dallas, Texas...the Assassination Museum...it's really accurate, you know, 'cause Oswald's not in it.

Your denial is beneath you, and thanks to the use of hallucinogenic drugs, I see through you.

Oh my God. Lift me up out of this illusion, Lord. Heal my perception that I might know only reality and only you.

That's what I'm gonna do: quit gradually...I'm gonna lose one lung; little while later I'm gonna lose the other one.

How dare you have wino tell me not to do drugs.

It is hard to quit smoking. Every one of them looks real good to me right about now. Every cigarette looks like it was made by God, rolled by Jesus and moistened shut with Claudia Schiffer's pussy.

In the beginning God created the heavans and the earth... see you at the final.