Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.

You priests. You're all the same. You think fasting helps you think about God, when anyone who can cook would tell you that fasting just makes you think about food.

Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall down in a cloud of stars, and hear everyone go: ahh!

This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either.

A few hundred years ago there were no differences between magic and medicine.

I think everybody has a secret life.

The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won’t I? in pitiful indecision.