Recently, I've ventured into the mammal family - so that's good for my sex life.

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'm filthy stinking rich - well, two out of three ain't bad.

My classmates would copulate with anything that moved, but I never saw any reason to limit myself.

I was walking down the street the other day and these construction workers were working on the roof hammering away. One of them told me I was a paranoid lunatic... in morse code.

My girlfriend told me that she was seeing another man. I told her to rub her eyes.

I'm a great lover, I'll bet.