I had a mad impulse to throw you down on the lunar surface and commit interstellar perversion with you.

There have been times when I've thought about it - but with my luck it would probably turn out to be only a temporary solution.

I don't want to be immortal through my works. I want to be immortal by not dying.

Does art imitate life, or does life imitate TV?

I took a speed-reading course and read War and Peace in twenty minutes. It involves Russia.

Sex is like having dinner: sometimes you joke about the dishes, sometimes you take the meal seriously.

How does gravity work? And if it were to cease suddenly, would certain restaurants still require a jacket?