One day the ordinariness will be terminally punctuated by the extraordinary full stop of death.

Just because life's meaningless doesn't mean we can't experience it meaningfully.

I'm an American. We're a people diseased with progress.

The first thing to say about Eve is that she was a big improvement on the Adam design, or that Adam was an extremely misguided variation on the Eve design. (Consider testicles. Two concentrated nuclei of absolute vulnerability. Where? Dangling between the legs. I rest my case.)

You love life because life's all there is.

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.

I'm too conceited for therapy.