The last time I was inside a woman was when I went to the Statue of Liberty.

I do occasionally envy the person who is religious naturally, without being brainwashed into it or suckered into it by all the organized hustles.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream?

Some women feel power is important, some women feel that looks are important, tenderness, intelligence...but sense of humor seems to permeate all of them.

What is it about death that bothers me? Probably the hours.

Human beings are divided into mind and body. The mind embraces all the nobler aspirations, like poetry and philosophy, but the body has all the fun.

I feel about New York as a child whose father is a bank robber. Not perfect, but I still love him.