Life is a concentration camp. You're stuck here and there's no way out and you can only rage impotently against your persecutors.

Everything is controlled by a small evil group to which, unfortunately, no one we know belongs.

It's a wonderful thing to be able to create your own world whenever you want to.

I do occasionally envy the person who is religious naturally, without being brainwashed into it or suckered into it by all the organized hustles.

Where I grew up in Brooklyn, nobody committed suicide. Everyone was too unhappy.

Life is a tragedy filled with suffering and despair and yet some people do manage to avoid jury duty.

After 60, all of us belong to the weaker sex.