I can find almost anything funny, thank God, so you search for the black, lacy slip that encases the corpse. You know, shift the angle. God may take away, but he often leaves you with a terrific opening line for the next adventure. I would suggest taking it. Move on; change the angle; look at it in a different way tomorrow.

The helpless can't help the helpless.

Switch clicking off in my head, turning the hot light off and the cool night on and — [He looks up, smiling sadly.] — all of a sudden there's—peace!

Why is it so damn hard for people to talk?

Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence.

I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.

I don't think there is such a thing as a precise sexual orientation. I think we're all ambiguous sexually.