I'm going to live forever, or die trying !

And I'm a pair of pants with a hole scorched through the ass?

We are all time travelers moving at the speed of exactly 60 minutes per hour.

Pain shared is pain lessened; joy shared is joy increased. Thus do we refute entropy.

In 1971, after seven years in college, with that magic piece of paper clutched triumphantly in my fist, the best job I was able to get was night watchman on a sewer project in Babylon, N.Y. guarding a hole in the ground to prevent anyone from stealing it. God bless the American educational system!

You know what gives me the courage to keep on living? The courage to love myself a little? It's having a whole bunch of friends who really give a goddamn. When you share pain, there's less of it, and when you share joy, there's more of it.

Sexual intercourse vests no property rights.