I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. I'm 237 years old, I should be collecting social security.

I think a relationship is like a shark. It has to constantly move forward or it dies.

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.

Regarding love what can you say? It's not the quantity of your sexual relations that counts. It's the quality. On the other hand if the quantity drops below once every eight months, I would definitely look into it.

I didn't know he was dead; I thought he was British.

I am not afraid of death. I just don't want to be there when it happens.

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