Having a perilous adventure is always better than comatose safety. Always, always, always, always, always.

The way past despair and false hope is just letting go. It doesn't improve your odds of survival, but it doesn't waste mental energy.

Some see the glass half full, some see it half empty, and some see it crawling with toxic alien parasites who want to devour your pancreas.

Deliberate choices are the only sacred things in the universe. Everything else is just hydrogen.

I do not care about the greatest good for the greatest number . . . Most people are poop-heads I do not care about them at all.

You don’t free yourself from duty by running away. That only increases the weight on your shoulders.

Ah, but I am more perceptive than most of the universe. Especially the parts of the universe that are vacuum.

I hated relying on luck. When it worked, it made me feel so damned eerie.

Don't be a little paranoid; worry about everything, or let it all go.

That's the first rule of command; be consistent! You can be sadistic, you can be lazy, you can be stupid, but if you're consistent the crew will still let you sit in when they play dominoes.

Lawyers will always buckle under to something, whether its bribes, violence, court orders, or the weight of their own bullshit.

Your mind will enchain you. Your heart will set you free

The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them there ought to be as many for love.

Every Christmas Eve, the elves will come and give us a new pair of pajamas.

A handful of older, romantic leading men, like Sean Connery, Jack Nicholson, and Robert Redford are still landing parts.

Sure, I have a lot of friends that are actors. Just because I guess I run into a lot of actors in my work.

If you want to do something, you do it anyway, and handle the obstacles as they come.

The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.

I play, like, 12 instruments. Guitar, piano, harmonica, African drums... I'm working on mastering the accordion.

Whoever invented the spork should be killed.

Look directly into every mirror. Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story, and our story starts: We were here.