If you're unlucky enough not to have alcoholic parents, it takes you a whole lifetime of intoxication to overcome the dead weight of their virtues.

The universal view melts things into a blur.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

Had the love been permanent, there won’t have been divorces after love marriages. Had the love been everlasting, there won’t have been bad blood in the family.

Your work style is describe You

If you don't smell good, then you don't look good.

When you release yourself from the need for approval and control you can stop punishing yourself and others.

I subscribe to the idea that personality is like a muscle, and sometimes you have to let it go limp and detach yourself from any associations.

In Lebanon, there was an agreement not to liquidate Yasser Arafat. In principle, I'm sorry that we didn't liquidate him.

When I'm not working, my family and I have a house in the San Juan Islands. We've been here since '94.

People love to see death. It reminds them that however mean, however low, however horrible their lives become… at least they have one.

There's a battle between what the cook thinks is high art and what the customer just wants to eat.

If I would be happy, I would be a bad ballplayer. With me, when I get mad, it puts energy in my body.