K is for "Kenghis Khan"; He was a very nice person. History has no record of him. There is a moral in that, somewhere.

There in the midst of the Amazon Jungle, Simon Haskell has cobbled up for himself a replica of an Art Deco salon.

Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

[On love:] I have no respect for anyone who says they've given up, or that they're not looking or that they're tired. That is to abrogate one's responsibility as a human being.

Posing the question: does the god of love use underarm deodorant, vaginal spray and fluoride toothpaste?

With the Internet, the greatest disseminator of bad data and bad information the universe has ever known, it's become impossible to trust any news from any source at all, because it's filtered through this crazy yenta gossip line. It's impossible to know anything.

Repent, Harlequin," said the Ticktock Man. "Get stuffed," the Harlequin replied.