Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.

Men were made for war. Without it they wandered greyly about, getting under the feet of the women, who were trying to organize the really important things of life.

things are never so indescribably ghastly that they can't get worse.

Optimism is the last resort of those in deep despair. There can't be any optimists in heaven.

Those who live on vanity must, not unreasonably, expect to die of mortification.

when a person implores you to be reasonable what he means is that you should speed round forthwith to his point of view.

Evil and laughter cannot co-exist.

Claudia's the sort of girl who goes through life holding onto the sides.

Phrase books seem to be a universal and eternal source of hilarity and I think I know why. Their authors go mad in the course of compiling them.

Our only hope rests on the off-chance that God does exist.

There seems to be a peculiar and particular tie between men who have been drunk together.

Music felt married to place, and the notion of "somewhere" predated the Internet's seeming invention of "everywhere" (which often ends up feeling like "nowhere").

The feeling of a place was the best reason to go.

To exist is to change to change is to mature to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.

Supernatural perhaps...baloney, perhaps not!

People suffer when they pursue a life or chase a dream that doesn’t belong to them.

I think people want to put you in a box and close it away so that it makes them feel better. A lot of musicians get that.

Hesitation only enlarges, magnifies the fear. Take action promptly. Be decisive.

While I'm generally silent on the affairs of my biological mother, her recent tirade has taken a gross turn.

Why should I hold back now and sound mediocre, just so I can sound mediocre twenty years from now?

If you're over stressed it's because you're under asked.