Stressful jobs, loveless marriages, bad food-most people kill themselves slowly every day.

Perhaps the price of comfort is that life passes more rapidly. But for anyone who has lived in uneasiness, even for a short, memorable duration, it's a trade-off that will gladly be made.

The masses-I love em-they rush for red lights, risking everything to capture a few seconds, only to get home and waste their lives.

If I want to build wealth to transfer to the next generation, I can let it grow on a tax-free basis.

As the components of your life are stripped away, after all the ambitions and hopes vaporize, you reach a self-reflective starkness-- the repetitious plucking of a single overwound string.

Is it so wrong to just live life and enjoy it? Between fun and function, why must we choose the latter?

When I was in my teens, I made an appraisal of how comfortable my life could turn out when I became the age I am now. Because of a mechanical failure, the prediction was inexact.

Nowadays the standards had plummeted so far that I failed even at being a failure. I silently packed up. Nothing else was left. They had even robbed me of self-pity

It may help us, in those times of trouble, to remember that love is not only about relationship, it is also an affair of the soul.

Friends are the thermometer by which we may judge the temperature of our fortunes.

Each character represented a trait that resides in me.

I get weary of the European habit of taking our money, resenting any slight hint as to what they should do, and then assuming, in addition, full right to criticize us as bitterly as they may desire.

I'm attracted to pathos, because life is mostly pathos. I've had a lot of it in my life.

If Fang is in any way harmed while I'm gone-if he gets a hangnail-you won't see another morning. Are we clear on that?

We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.

I didn't watch a lot of TV growing up.

I can still put down some pretty nasty stuff on paper, which is what I enjoy doing.

Every victory accomplished with weapons is a funeral that should be mourned.