I learned all those jokes in second grade. Second grade is really where they tell you those horrific jokes, racist jokes and misogynistic jokes that you have no idea what they mean, and you just memorize them because they have a very strong effect, they make people laugh in this kind of nervous, horrible way, and it's only later that you realize that you've got a head full of crap.

What you see at fight club is a generation of men raised by women.

What they don't teach you in art school is how your whole life is about discovering who you already were.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

Everything is funnier in retrospect, funnier and prettier and cooler. You can laugh at anything from far enough away.

The air will always be to filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some excuse not to live your life.

Maybe it's our sins that give God consolation when he finally has to give us cancer.