Human beings are divided into mind and body. The mind embraces all the nobler aspirations, like poetry and philosophy, but the body has all the fun.

I had a mad impulse to throw you down on the lunar surface and commit interstellar perversion with you.

I came home one night, some month ago, and I went to the closet in my bedroom...and a moth ate my sports jacket. He was laying on the floor, nauseous, y'know.

Let's say there was a burning building and you could rush in and you could save only one thing: either the last known copy of Shakespeare's plays or some anonymous human being. What would you do?

I took a test in Existentialism. I left all the answers blank and got 100.

This year I'm a star, but what will I be next year? A black hole?

If I had my life to live over, I wish I could be a great pianist or something.