She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.

Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around.

My wife says, and I agree with her, that what would be really great for Maine would be to legalize dope completely and set up dope stores the way that there are state-run liquor stores. You could get your Acapulco gold or your whatever it happened to be - your Augusta gold or your Bangor gold. And people would come from all the other states to buy it, and there could be a state tax on it. Then everybody in Maine could have a Cadillac.

So what, ghosts can't hurt you. That's what I thought then.

When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, 'Why god? Why me?' and the thundering voice of God answered, 'There's just something about you that pisses me off.'

Anyone who thinks impressions of old movie actors is funny absolutely cannot be trusted. I think it's like a law of nature.

God and the afterlife and all that is certainly a subject that's interested me, and I think it interests me more the older that I get.