Various Horsemen are abroad, doing their various Apocalyptic things.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked awful, but I always look awful in the mirror. I keep myself going with the firm belief that my real face is much better looking.

Premature burial works just fine as a cure for adolescence.

I figured if Allah had wanted us up that early, He wouldn't have invented noon.

Jesus, what a nuisance it was, being desperate to stay alive.

The two women looked at me as if I were the Messiah returning with their personal salvations sealed in separate envelopes.

The longer I observe the way people really act, the happier I am that I never pay attention to them.

The basic thing is, how frightened are you of chaos? And how happy are you with order?

Children will still die unjustly even in a perfect society. Even by his greatest effort, man can only propose to diminish, arithmetically, the sufferings of the world.

Your struggle is your strength. If you can resist becoming negative, bitter or hopeless, in time, your struggles will give you everything.

While envisaging the destruction of imperialism, it is necessary to identify its head, which is no other than the United States of America.

I'm LEP. A captain. No rent-a-cop gnome is going to stand in the way of my orders.

We do very little re-writing in the office. We often take on people who show great promise and who we hope will develop into somebody important and someone good.

The ocean . . . cold and wild the surf, rushing in to overwhelm the beach, the wind, stinging my cheeks, enveloping me in total freedom.

I want to talk to people that have been through big disappointments, big emotional crises, deep life struggles, and I will learn something from that.

I see what keeps people young: work!