Property is theft. Nobody "owns" anything. When you die, it all stays here.

The coke made me incredibly horny.

And although I broke a lot of laws as a teenager, I straightened out immediately upon turning eighteen, when I realized the state had a legal right to execute me.

Don't confuse my point of view with cynicism. The real cynics are the ones who tell you that everything's gonna be all right.

Who decides when the applause should die down? It seems like it's a group decision; everyone begins to say to themselves at the same time, "Well, okay, that's enough of that."

I don't understand the problem with paroling Charles Manson? I say set him free and let him get on with his work. I have a long list of celebrities I'd be glad to share with him.

Where does the dentist go when he leaves the room?