I'm not a fatalist; even if I were, what could I do about it?

I got a letter from the IRS. Apparently I owe them $800. So I sent them a letter back. I said, If you'll remember, I fastened my return with a paper clip, which according to your very own latest government pentagon spending figures will more than make up for the difference.

Sometimes my mother goes through my socks and underwear. I wouldn't mind, but it tickles so much!

The subconscious is like having a laboratory assistant who pretends to love you and help you, but after you go home to go to sleep it goes back into the lab and starts fumbling with the data and destroying it. It's a very tricky thing. People think our minds are us, but that's not true at all. The mind is not us.

I love Florida. I love the beach. I love the sound of the crashing surfers against the rocks.

I think my ex-girlfriend has weekly lessons with the devil on how to be more evil. I don't know what she charges him.

Probably the worst time in a person's life is when they have to kill a family member because they are the devil. But otherwise it's been a pretty good day.