The joke is, we all have the same punchline.

Every woman is just a different kind of problem.

Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

At this rate, we'll never get to the future.

My life has been about living like a monk and looking like a priest so that people will come up to me and tell me their most appalling stories. They have to make their confession to somebody, and it might as well be me.