It was the Law of the Sea, they said. Civilization ends at the waterline. Beyond that, we all enter the food chain, and not always right at the top.

The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.

Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination.

Human beings are the only creatures on earth that claim a God and the only thing that behaves like it hasn't got one.

Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.

America... just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.

So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.

I am blessed. I can bless.

The attitude of the Pakistani people is very good. Whenever I release any statement or deliver any kind of speech, they respond favourably.

He held her as though she was a gift. Given to him in love. Something still and small. Unbearably precious.

Life never end when you are in it.

And I coached against Mike when he was an assistant with the Bears and they won that football game.

I lasted one night. They said my playing spoiled people's appetites.

Well I was on the one hand, the more I played the guitar the more I began to really love the guitar and to love virtually any kind of music that anybody played well on guitar.

I wished that, for once, faery tales – real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales – would have a happy ending.

Oh, the holiness of being the injured party.

Mankind adores its betrayers, and murders its saviors.