Basically I am a low-culture person. I prefer watching baseball with a beer and some meatballs.

The food here is terrible, and the portions are too small.

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

90 per cent of success is turning up.

Sex is better than talk. Ask anybody in this bar. Talk is what you suffer through so you can get to sex.

If I just got up in the morning and had no place to go and was retired or something, I would be sitting there and be thinking, "Gee, what is the purpose of life? Why are we all finite? Why do we get old and die? Is there nothing out there? Why is it so tragic? Why do our loved ones perish? Why do we generate?" Who wants to think about that stuff?

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