If I were God, I certainly wouldn't want people to love me sentimentally. It's too unreliable.
Liberate yourself from my vice-like grip!
I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
Sometimes I see me dead in the rain.
Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.
Women kill me. They really do. I don't mean I'm oversexed or anything like that—although I am quite sexy. I just like them, I mean. They're always leaving their goddam bags out in the middle of the aisle.