This was the kack’s cradle, icky-poo’s bassinet. It was Death and Diarrhea, singing duet.

My toes are a total wreck, my fingernails worse, and god knows my hair could use a registered nurse.

The stark evening sun at the far edge of the town had just unzipped the sky and finally gone down.

Life is like a fondue: the best fruit ain’t the best till it’s been through some goo.

He was cut from the scene like a case of the runs from a can-can routine.

All the suffering and joy we experience depend on conditions.

God is dead. Marx is dead. And I don't feel so well myself.

I'm always shy when I meet people I admire so I wouldn't be able to say anything rather than, 'How do you do? Love you! Bye!'

If you want to have good ideas you must have many ideas. Most of them will be wrong, and what you have to learn is which ones to throw away.

Never whine. Whining lets a brute know that a victim is in the neighborhood.

Katie Dippold, who I wrote the script with, she's very into ghosts and all that. So I go, "Hey, why don't you talk to Katie?"

[on Thoreau:] For not a particle of respect had he to the opinions of any man or body of men, but homage solely to truth itself.

Love is the sun, desire - only flash.

I've only paid lip service to a spiritual life.

Shooting is my principal pastime.