Hell was what you made it

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.

It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

Life wore a man out, wore a man thin.Tomorrow would be a better day.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work

I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?

I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.

There is always somebody about to ruin your day, if not your life.

...not all encounters with the world affect the mind equally. Studies have demonstrated that if the brain appraises an event as "meaningful, " it will be more likely to be recalled in the future.

Time is time. You cannot replay time.

If you come face to face with some really challenging situations and tragic circumstances - you are going in there with a purpose. You are not going in there as a tourist.

Discipline must be maintained.

The cholerick man never wants woe.

The relevant part of the First Amendment here prohibits the making of any law, quote, "abridging the freedom of speech." And it's pretty well-established that speech comes in many forms.

The greatest possible mint of style is to make the words absolutely disappear into the thought.

Style is something very individual, very personal, and in their own unique way, I believe everyone is stylish.

If you are truly fearless as a performer, than you don't fear kids or dogs.