There's an old joke - um... two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of 'em says, "Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know; and such small portions." Well, that's essentially how I feel about life - full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it's all over much too quickly.

Life's hard, then you die.

I do believe that reality is dreadful and that you are forced to choose it in the end or go crazy, but that it kills you.

I wouldn't mind dying so much if it wasn't that I would be dead at the end of it.

Life is hard for insects. And don't think mice are having any fun either.

Magic has always been of a great interest of mine. I was an amateur magician when I was young. I used to practice and read up on it a lot. I'm well-aware of the history of magic.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?