For some reason I've always had an irrational love for New York. There's no reason that you would necessarily like it on paper. It's very expensive.

I can't express anger. I grow a tumor instead.

I think a relationship is like a shark. It has to constantly move forward or it dies.

Do I believe in God? I did until Mother's accident. She fell on some meat loaf and it penetrated her spleen.

Man cannot live by bread alone. Every once in awhile he needs a salad.

And my parents finally realize I'm kidnapped and they snap into action immediately: They rent out my room.

... years of insanity have made this guy crazy!