There is probably some long-standing "rule" among writers, journalists, and other word-mongers that says: "When you start stealing from your own work you're in bad trouble." And it may be true.

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.

Just when you think you have life by the tail, it's likely to whip around and take a hunk outta your balls.

I know it is coming, and I do not fear it, because I believe there is nothing on the other side of death to fear

What nature wants, commodious gold bestows; 'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.

It's the people who try to be clever who never are; the people who are clever never think of trying to be.

Told herself likewise not to hope. But it was too late. Hope had already entered.

Care to see your room?” -Bones Let me guess—it’s that smashed‐up car right over there." -Cat

Every time a story about me appears in a newspaper, I am injured professionally.

I am the maker of music, the dreamer of dreams!

I didn't leave physics because of boredom. I left it because other issues compelled me in a bigger way. And I always say to myself, "When I'm 60, I'd like to go back to what I interrupted."