If you don't fail now and again, it's a sign you're playing it safe.

If I just got up in the morning and had no place to go and was retired or something, I would be sitting there and be thinking, "Gee, what is the purpose of life? Why are we all finite? Why do we get old and die? Is there nothing out there? Why is it so tragic? Why do our loved ones perish? Why do we generate?" Who wants to think about that stuff?

For some reason I've always had an irrational love for New York. There's no reason that you would necessarily like it on paper. It's very expensive.

Love may be the answer, but even though you're watching for the solution, intercourse raises some rather interesting thoughts.

If it turns out that there is a God...the worst that you can say about him is that basically he's an underachiever.

Life is a tragedy filled with suffering and despair and yet some people do manage to avoid jury duty.

Heaven knows, we all make mistakes. That's life - and chess.