Curiosity, that's what kills us. Not muggers or all that bullshit about the ozone layer. It's our own hearts and minds.

If my soul exists without my body I am convinced all my clothes will be loose-fitting

How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?

Manute Bol is so skinny they save money on road trips. They just fax him from city to city.

My relationship with American audiences is the exact same as it always has been. They never came to see my films, and they don't come now.

The only thing standing between me and greatness is me.

More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.