There's no one more obnoxious and self-righteous than the self-made man. And no one more admirable.

Let me tell you, if you have never seen an agitated squirrel you have seen very little, nor have you heard much, because the sound of an angry squirrel is not to be forgotten.

Hallowed be thy name, oh Lord -- and shotgun do your stuff

Don't try to skin your rabbit and keep it as a pet too.

I have finally become my own genre, and now that's what publishers want. I have a wonderful publisher now, Mulholland, very innovated, very fine people working there.

I think I have broken into the mainstream, and I think that may happen in a broader way, but I want to do it on my own terms, not become a standard producer.

The logic of a madman is a sane man's confusion.

They might have been all-right people doing the best they could, but I got to tell you, you got a dead cat lying in your yard you ought to bury it. That’s my motto.

A day without the sun is like you know, night

Only our memories allow that some people ever existed. That they mattered, or mattered too much.

It was the kind of talk that made me want to break off a limb and take to whacking her and that bunch of hypocrites across the back of the head.

There's no room in perfection for insecurity.

We all know the sense of comfort of which we are conscious when a good half of the floor space in a room is unencumbered this seems to offer us the agreeable possibility of moving about freely.

What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive.

I think the way NOW characterized Smith Barney is disgraceful. I am appalled that an organization like that would not have reserved judgment (until) making their own investigation.

It was not really the external influences that made me a singer. Music was within me. I was full of it.

'Born This Way' is shaping up to be creative ecstasy.

May you keep dreaming until the day you die. May imagination overtake memory. May you die young at a ripe old age.

Vimes struggled to his feet, shook his head and set off after it. No thought was involved. It is the ancient instinct of terriers and policemen to chase anything that runs away.

Have we come to the point where it is now considered a secular blasphemy to acknowledge the name of God at all?

I will steal your dreams tonight. Dark