The message is clear: By all means become an abomination -- but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

No artist knows everything... but since every artist knows more than he can tell, all art is lying by omission.

When I see gurgling retarded children (that's God's doing, by the way, not mine) happily styling their hair with their own stinking mards, I think of Adam in those pre-marital days. I know he's your great-to-the-nth-degree-granddad and all - but I'm afraid he was rather an imbecile.

I'm too conceited for therapy.

Time, you'll be pleased to know--and since one must start somewhere--was created in creation. The question What was there before creation? is meaningless. Time is a property of creation, therefore before creation there was no before creation.

When you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.

The only animal from which humans have nothing to learn, in fact, is the sheep. Humans have already learned everything the sheep's got to teach.