I'm not making an enemy; I'm keepin' one.

He pointed toward the silhouettes on the side of the [bathrooms] instead--black cutout man, black cutout woman. The man had his legs apart, the woman had hers together. Pretty much the story of the human race in sign language.

No one likes to see a government folder with his name on it.

I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.

I don't ask myself, "Well, does God exist or does God not exist?" I choose to believe that God exists, and therefore I can say, "God, I can't do this by myself. Help me not to take a drink today. Help me not to take a drug today." And that works fine for me.

Luck's the word those with poor hearts use for ka.

I thought it was great fun to scare people. I also knew it was socially acceptable because there were a lot of horror movies out there.