If the world is a progressively realized community of interpretation, then either quadruplictity will drink procrastination or, provided that the nothing negates, boredom will ensue seldom more often than frequently.

The prison psychiatrist asked me if I thought sex was dirty. I told him only when it's done right.

Man cannot live by bread alone. Every once in awhile he needs a salad.

Maybe the poets are right. Maybe love is the only answer.

I have bad reflexes. I was once run over by a car being pushed by two guys.

Not think of death as an end, but think of it more as a very effective way of cutting down on your expenses.

I don't believe in God. Just try getting a plumber on the weekend.