Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream?

People think I'm an artist because my films lose money.

I've had bad luck in my two previous marriages. The first wife left me, and the second did not. ­

My luck is getting worse and worse. Last night, for instance, I was mugged by a quaker.

I tended to place my wife under a pedestal.

Everybody knows how awful the world is and what a terrible situation it is and each person distorts it in a certain way that enables him to get through. Some people distort it with religious things. Some people distort it with sports, with money, with love, with art, and they all have their own nonsense about what makes it meaningful, and all but nothing makes it meaningful. These things definitely serve a certain function, but in the end they all fail to give life meaning and everyone goes to his grave in a meaningless way.