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.

In every generation there are a few people who are authentically funny. The cosmetics change. You may not be able to articulate it, and you may laugh at them and get a certain amount of enjoyment. But when you're asleep at night, and you wake up at 3 in the morning, and you're alone in your bed, you know who's really funny.

Some guy hit my fender, and I told him, 'Be fruitful and multiply,' but not in those words.

Showing up is 80 percent of life.

Psychoanalyses is like music lessons, for 5 years you do not notice any progress and suddenly you can play the piano.

Sylvia Plath. Interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by the college-girl mentality.

Is there a separation between body and mind, and if so which is it better to have?