Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

When I was born my mother was terribly disappointed. Not that she wanted a girl - she wanted a divorce.

Ninety percent of life is just showing up.

In real life, Keaton believes in God. But she also believes that the radio works because there are tiny people inside it.

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.

Do I believe in God? I did until Mother's accident. She fell on some meat loaf and it penetrated her spleen.

In the event of war, I'm a hostage.