What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?

Believing would be easier if God would show himself by depositing a million dollars in a Swiss bank account in my name

Does art imitate life, or does life imitate TV?

You're a genius! And the proof is that both common people and intellectuals find your work completely incoherent.

Drama, it would be as if you wrote some poetry. You'd run the risk of being embarrassed if people read it, because you're pouring your heart out and you're not mitigating it with any humor or anything.

I feel that life is divided into the horrible and the miserable. That's the two categories. The horrible are like, I don't know, terminal cases, you know, and blind people, crippled. I don't know how they get through life. It's amazing to me. And the miserable is everyone else. So you should be thankful that you're miserable, because that's very lucky, to be miserable.

I was in analysis for years because of a traumatic childhood; I was breast-fed through falsies.