Not everybody is comfortable with the idea that politics is a guilty addiction. But it is.

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.

No matter what they say in the conferences and symposiums about poverty and hunger in the world. At the end, they are the first one forgetting us.

No hard feelings, lover. You can't break my heart. It stopped beating a long time ago.

It is possibly worth mentioning at this point that Mr. Young thought that paparazzi was a kind of Italian linoleum.

Few of the many wise apothegms which have been uttered have prevented a single foolish action.

There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew, Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in.

There are forces in life working for you and against you. One must distinguish the beneficial forces from the malevolent ones and choose correctly between them.

I am not fighting a hopeless fight. People who have fought in real fights don't, as a rule.

Our mothers are our most direct connection to our history and gender.

Where is our acknowledgement of God if our thoughts are fixed on the glamour of our garments?

Religion and modernity are not necessarily mutually exclusive.