Once you have perceived that life is very cruel, the only response is to live with as much humanity, humour and freedom as you can.

I don’t have music, Christ I wish I had music but all I have is words.

What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me?

I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.

Comedy is easy. First, people have to fall down. Next, include someone a little hefty. It's a hoot.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

I feel like I’m eighty years old. I’m tired of life and my mind wants to die.