Boredom can be a lethal thing on a small island.

One can't be free without action.

. . . You seem upset, Charlie. Is something wrong? Charlie: No, no, I’m okay, I just had to take directions from a mute beaver in a fez to get here, it’s unsettling.

Sweetheart, wake up; you've destroyed the house and I need you to suffer for it.

He loved constantly, instantly, spontaneously, without thought or words. That's what he taught me. Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell. That was his gift.

Shoes off in the whale! And don't try and make a break for the anus.

Why write a song when no one can play the notes or understand the lyrics?