That's something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee's all ready and it isn't.

When I really worry about something, I don’t just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don’t go. I’m too worried to go. I don’t want to interrupt my worrying to go.

It's one of those places that are supposed to be very sophisticated and all, and the phonies are coming in the window.

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.

Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest.

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

Are all your stars shining?