For some reason California's always been where the struggle is about how much authority you can impose on people's private lives. It seems to show up there most clearly. They had a helmet law for motorcycles in California and the bikies were saying things like, "It restricts my vision. I can't hear what my bike's doing. If it was on fire I wouldn't know it until my ass caught." And at the bottom line what the bikies were saying was, "Look, it's my goddamn head and if I want to splatter my brains all over the guardrails on the Coast Highway, super for me."

Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.

Sometimes the embers are better than the campfire.

Grammar is...the pole you grab to get your thoughts up on their feet and walking.

If you don't control your temper, your temper will control you.

... suicide gets in the air sometimes. Like a cold germ.