Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.

Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.

There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night.

Life's no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe's my own to fool with.

Losing you is most difficult for me, but the nature of my love for you is what matters. If it distorts into half-truth, then perhaps it is better not to love you. I must keep my mind but loose you.

Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.

I never trust people with no appetite. It's like they're always holding something back on you.

That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution

Don't blame me. That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution.

Let your body work until it is spent, but keep your mind to yourself.

Losing you is most difficult for me, but the nature of my love for you is what matters. If it distorts into half-truth, then perhaps it is better not to love you. I must keep my mind but lose you.

Free will, determinism, meaning, existence, etc. are academic problems, not problems in life.

Do not make the Great Commission your Great Omission.

He who reflects too much will achieve little.

You can't have a better tomorrow if you are thinking about yesterday all the time.

Bill Clinton's foreign policy experience stems mainly from having breakfast at the International House of Pancakes.

It's basically the same, just darker. (on racing Saturday nights as opposed to Sunday afternoons, 1991

If a director can find the exact combination between the written word as a guideline and improvisational input from his actors, I think that's where you'll find the most successful work being done.

I'm pretty much right on schedule. Start off slow, finish up strong. I don't know why everyone panics. I've been doing this for ten years now. Why change?

Rereading, we find a new book.

We are born, we live and we die - in the midst of the marvelous.