I thought the two ugly ones were sisters, but they got very insulted when I asked them. You could tell neither one of them wanted to look like the other one, and you couldn't blame them, but it was very amusing anyway.

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

I don't really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it's always nice, I'll grant you, if he has one.

This is God's universe, buddy, not yours, and he has the final say about what's ego and what isn't.

If you're not in the mood, you can't do that stuff right.

It’s history. It’s poetry.

The little girl on the plane Who turned her doll's head around To look at me.