My left descending septal branch artery decided to close without consultation with any of my other organs. It happened on Saint Patrick's Day, 1978.

I'm thinking of buying a church and changing it around: maybe selling crack and having a few whores in the pew.

There are two types of people: One strives to control his environment, the other strives not to let his environment control him. I like to control my environment.

Electricity is really just organized lightning.

It's a "keep your fingers crossed" business, the entertainment business.

I was a loner as a child. I had an imaginary friend - I didn't bother with him.

I think everyone should treat one another in a Christian manner. I will not, however, be responsible for the consequences.