I work all the time because it's a great distraction and it keeps me from sitting home and obsessing morbidly.

There's nothing like the discovery of an unknown work by a great thinker to set the intellectual community atwitter and cause academics to dart about like those things one sees when looking at a drop of water under a microscope.

There's nothing wrong with you that a little Prozac and a polo mallet can't cure.

Fantasy is seductive and much more wonderful than reality, but you can't take it to the bank. It's always an escape. And if used as an escape, as in attending a movie or a show for a circumscribed period of time, it's fine. When it starts to become undifferentiated from reality, it leads to big trouble.

I don't respond well to mellow, you know what I mean, I have a tendency to... if I get too mellow, I ripen and then rot.

Your audience teaches you how to be funny.

Is Knowledge knowable? If not, how do we know?