In the meantime, I would drink, rest, and ponder the meaning of this mob.

Every deadline was a crisis … No doubt it has something to do with a deep-seated personality defect, or maybe a kink in whatever blood vessel leads into the pineal gland … On the other hand, it might easily be something as simple and basically perverse as whatever instinct it is that causes a jackrabbit to wait until the last possible second to dart across the road in front of a speeding car.

I never claimed to be anything more than a nice guy and an athlete.

Did you see Bush on TV, trying to debate? Jesus, he talked like a donkey with no brains at all...It was pitiful...I almost felt sorry for him, until I heard someone call him 'Mr. President,' and then I felt ashamed.

Sex, drugs, and insanity have always worked for me, but I wouldn't recommend them for everyone.

We can't stop here, this is bat country!

The world is still a weird place, despite my efforts to make clear and perfect sense of it.