What can be done when you’re eleven can often never be done again.

It was like drowning, only from the inside out.

Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.

Laughter... is like a hurricane: once it reaches a certain point, it becomes self-feeding, self-supporting. You laugh not because the jokes are funny but because your own condition is funny.

Remember in elementary school you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file from smallest to tallest? What is the logic in that? What, do tall people burn slower?

I was being paid to do what I loved, and there's no gig on earth better than that; it's like a license to steal.

And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.