I think The Exorcist was the hardest work I've ever done

I find it next to impossible to remain politely silent when people prate to me about the glory of being given another chance to live happily ever after!

I've always had bronchitis. I've been administered the Sacrament of Death three times for it

I never wanted a Guardian Angel. I didn't ask for one. One was assigned to me.

My only true harmony lies deep within my soul, wherever that is. I know that somehow I am in tune with the universe.

Neiman-Marcus is one thing, and the Dallas Cowboys are another.

I can choose to accelerate my disease to an alcoholic death or incurable insanity, or I can choose to live within my thoroughly human condition.