I have one last request. Don't use embalming fluid on me; I want to be stuffed with crab meat.

If the world is a progressively realized community of interpretation, then either quadruplictity will drink procrastination or, provided that the nothing negates, boredom will ensue seldom more often than frequently.

I cannot say for certain that God does not exist; I think the worst thing that can be said about him is that he's a bit of an underachiever.

My luck is getting worse and worse. Last night, for instance, I was mugged by a quaker.

Fantasy is only a state of mind that you can employ when existing in a real context.

There have been times when I've thought about it - but with my luck it would probably turn out to be only a temporary solution.

Paris is particularly beautiful in the rain. It was just a nice experience for me, a pleasant experience, and I was able to present it to the world through my eyes, very subjectively - not realistically, but subjectively.