Until you've been kissed on a rainy Parisian afternoon - you've never been kissed.

There is no justice, there is no rational structure to it [life]. That is just the way it is, and each person figures out some way to cope.

Geez, I should stop ruining my life searching for answers I'm never gonna get, and just enjoy it while it lasts.

The last woman I was in was the Statue of Liberty.

Harvard makes mistakes too, you know. Kissinger taught there.

I have one last request. Don't use embalming fluid on me; I want to be stuffed with crab meat.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?