That's the way I feel about the world: there are certain problems that can only be dealt with that way - going out and doing them. As ugly a truth as that is, I do think it's the truth about the world.

Marriage is the death of hope.

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

The baby is fine. The only problem is that he looks like Edward G. Robinson.

Is world peace possible or is the human race too innately aggressive? For instance: Have you ever seen women at a sample sale?

You know what my philosophy of life is? That it’s important to have some laughs, but you got to suffer a little too, because otherwise you miss the whole point to life.

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.