The only proof he needed for the existance of God was music.

My own feeling is that if adultery is wickedness then so is food. Both make me feel so much better afterward.

I chose cultural anthropology, since it offered the greatest opportunity to write high-minded balderdash.

It's the writer's job to stage confrontations, so the characters will say surprising and revealing things, and educate and entertain us all.

Take life seriously but none of the people in it.

We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different.

Aside from battles, the history of nations seemed to consist of nothing but powerless old poops like myself, heavily medicated and vaguely beloved in the long ago, coming to kiss the boots of young psychopaths.