I can't express anger. I grow a tumor instead.

When I am in New York, I want to be in Europe, and when I am in Europe, I want to be in New York.

I feel about New York as a child whose father is a bank robber. Not perfect, but I still love him.

I think there is too much wrong with the world to ever get too relaxed and happy. The more natural state, and the better one, I think, is one of some anxiety and tension over man's plight in this mysterious universe.

Retirement is a very subjective thing. There are guys I know who retire and they're very happy and they never miss work at all. I can't see myself retiring and fondling a dog every day. I like to get up and work and go out. I have too much energy or too much nervous anxiety or something. So I don't see myself retiring. Maybe I will suddenly get a stroke or a heart attack and I will be forced to retire, but if my health holds out I don't expect to retire.

How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?

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