God created whiskey to keep the Irish from taking over the world.

I don't feel bad about losing.

The distance between the limousine and the gutter is a short one.

But the most dangerous thing in the world in the world is to run the risk of waking up one morning and realizing suddenly that all this time you've been living without really and truly living and by then it's too late. When you wake up to that kind of realization, it's too late for wishes and regrets. It's even too late to dream.

We're all worm bait waiting to happen. It's what you do while you wait that matters.

I don't think I have even achieved fame. Of course, Hemingway says that fame is death's little sister.

Well, I hate to be the one to take the flyswatter to Tinker Bell, but...