I'm twelve years old. I run into a synagogue. I ask the rabbi the meaning of life. He tells me the meaning of life but he tells it to me in Hebrew. I don't understand Hebrew. Then he wants to charge me $600 for Hebrew lessons.

Paranoia is knowing all the facts.

I consider myself a completely lucky filmmaker. I've had nothing but good luck. Everything I've needed has come my way.

I took a puff of the wrong cigarette at a fraternity dance once, and the cops had to get me, y'know. I broke two teeth trying to give a hickie to the Statue of Liberty.

Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

Students achieving Oneness will move on to Twoness.

Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.