The trouble with this world is that everybody has to compromise and conform.

You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I’m inclined to extravagance.

All good art is an indiscretion.

I believe that the silence of God, the absolute speechlessness of Him is a long, long, and awful thing that the whole world is lost because of.

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.

You take it for granted that I am in something that I want to get out of.

I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.