[...] I've come to the conclusion that the artist can not justify life or come up with a cogent reason as to why life is meaningful, but the artist can provide you with a cold glass of water on a hot day.

Life is like a concentration camp... you can't leave without dying.

When the Academy called, I panicked. I thought they might want their Oscars back and the pawn shop has been out of business for a while.

I'm a creature of the New York City streets.

What was the scandal? I fell in love with this girl, married her. We have been married for almost 15 years now.

I am an only child. I have one sister.

Death is an acquired trait.