Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is.

Wake up, you idiots! Whatever made you think that money was so valuable?

That is my principal objection to life, I think: It's too easy, when alive, to make perfectly horrible mistakes.

I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.

Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile.

Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.

Historians in the future, in my opinion, will congratulate us on very little other than our clowning and our jazz.