I'm not bothered by the idea of getting old, or I guess you could say by having arrived at old. I was 10 when my mom turned 55. For 1955, she was a very old mom.

When you tell other people to do stuff they don't know how to do, they tend to freak out.

World War II proves there's no God.

There never was a God. 'God is dead' is a halfway measure I won't go with.

This I believe: I believe there is no God.

Don't waste too much time wishing, hoping, and being envious; it'll make you bugnutty.

I intend to do the Penn & Teller show until they pry my cheesy magic wand from my cold dead fingers.