The year was 2081, and everyone was finally equal.

You know, the Emancipation Proclamation was like giving freedom to domestic animals.

Perhaps, when we remember wars, we should take off our clothes and paint ourselves blue and go on all fours all day long and grunt like pigs. That would surely be more appropriate than noble oratory and shows of flags and well-oiled guns.

The moral of the story is we're here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don't realize, or they don't care, is we're dancing animals. You know, we love to move around.

Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the way to make your soul grow.

The feeling about a soldier is, when all is said and done, he wasn't really going to do very much with his life anyway. The example usually is: he wasn't going to compose Beethoven's Fifth.

If I am ever put to death on the hook, expect a very human performance.