My soul knows my meat is doing bad things, and is embarrassed. But my meat just keeps right on doing bad, dumb things.

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

To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.

I am a very bad scientist. I will do anything to make a human being feel better, even if it's unscientific. No scientist worthy of the name could say such a thing.

People need good lies. There are too many bad ones.

All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.

I'm mad about being old and I'm mad about being American. Apart from that, OK.