Being able to embrace contradictions is a sign of intelligence. Or insanity.

All losers are romantics. It's what keeps us from blowing our brains out.

He wore his fear on his skin for everyone to see.

God is the great janitor of the universe. Why things don't work is that we have a janitor in charge, and we keep looking for the landlord.

Did I hurt your feelings again? Sorry. When this is all over I'll send some flowers to your inner child.

If his drunkenness had legs, it would be Alexander the Great and conquer the known world. Then it would puke for a week into a solid gold toilet it stole from Zeus's guest room.

There are two Venices I know about and one of them is a hotel in Vegas. The other is an L.A. beach where pretty girls walk their dogs while wearing as little as possible and mutant slabs of tanned, posthuman beef sip iced steroid lattes and pump iron until their pecs are the size of Volkswagens.