Western civilization was declining too fast for comfort, but too slowly to be very exciting.

I started writing when I was 5 years old. I would dictate stories to my mother, and she would copy them in a scrapbook. If she changed anything to make it, in her opinion, better, I would throw a tantrum.

It is better to be small, colorful, sexy, careless, and peaceful.

In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine a joke; a long joke that's continually retold in an accent too thick and strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke my friends. The soul is the punch line.

Ultimately, the roast turkey must be regarded as a monument to Boomer's love.

Purpose! Purposes are for animals with a hell of a lot more dignity than the human race! Just hop on that strange torpedo and ride it to wherever it's going.

Gods and men create one another, destroy one another, though by different means.