To describe this film as dishonest and demagogic would almost be to promote those terms to the level of respectability. To describe this film as a piece of crap would be to run the risk of a discourse that would never again rise above the excremental. To describe it as an exercise in facile crowd-pleasing would be too obvious. Fahrenheit 9/11 is a sinister exercise in moral frivolity, crudely disguised as an exercise in seriousness.

Indeed, it's futile to try and use Holy Scripture to support any political position. I deeply distrust anyone who does. Just look at what an Islamic Republic is like.

To reflect upon the event horizon is a great deal more awe-inspiring than a burning bush or a wooden statue that weeps or pees or bleeds.

The diet book is one of those fool-and-money separation devices that seems, like roulette or slot machines, never to lose its power.

If you gave [Jerry] Falwell an enema he could be buried in a matchbox.

My chief consolation in this year of living dyingly has been the presence of friends.

I'm not that keen on the idea of being unconscious.