jokes are ideally pleasurable. They are an act of assassination without a corpse, a moment of total annihilation that paradoxically makes anything possible.

[On John Cleese:] He sometimes seems to swat at his own thoughts as if they were bees.

Rosalia is dressed in raven clothes forty years too old for her, so that she seems to be in mourning for her life.

jokes are ideally pleasurable. They are an act of assassination without a corpse, a moment of total annihilation that paradoxically makes anything possible.

A satirist, often in danger himself, has the bravery of knowing that to withhold wit's conjecture is to endanger the species.

People in a temper often say a lot of silly, terrible things they mean.

Why is it that beautiful women never seem to have curiosity? Is it because they know they're classical? With classical things the Lord finished the job. Ordinary ugly people know they're deficient and they go on looking for the pieces.