Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.
I'm trying to die correctly, but it's very difficult, you know.
We should tackle reality in a slightly jokey way, otherwise we miss its point.
Religion is simply art bastardized out of all recognition.
Whatever the heart desires, it purchases at the cost of soul
Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branch—they fall with the first thaw like ripe fruit—death-ripened. We shall all end like them—just a stain in the snow.