While I had often said that I wanted to die in bed, what I really meant was that in my old age I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love.

To paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys, "I wish I had known this some time ago.

It would be nice if there were some one thing constant and unchanging in the universe. If there is such a thing, then it is a thing which would have to be stronger than love, and it is a thing which I do not know.

I have decided, it is fruitless. For I am no longer sure of anything concerning my existance. A philosopher is a dead poet and a dying theologian.

It is a pain in the ass waiting around for someone to try to kill you.

It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart—never the sensation of the moment.

Nobody steals books but your friends.