I'm not anti-social. I'm just not social.

I should go to Paris and jump off of the Eiffel Tower. If I took the Concorde, I could be dead three hours earlier.

When I'm writing something, if there's a part that's good for me, then I'll play it. Otherwise, I don't. And I notice that there are less and less parts for me in my own writing.

Doing abominations is against the law, particularly if the abominations are done while wearing a lobster bib.

Life's hard, then you die.

Life is like a concentration camp... you can't leave without dying.

How does gravity work? And if it were to cease suddenly, would certain restaurants still require a jacket?