compressed into boxes, packed in sawdust, ... trussed up in sacks, roped up like hams...

Many people will find this book disrespectful. There is nothing amusing about being dead, they will say. Ah, but there is.

We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.

Not that there's anything wrong with just lying around on your back. In it's way, rotting is interesting too, as we will see. It's just that there are other ways to spend your time as a cadaver.

There wasn't an anhydrous lacrimal gland in the room...

It is difficult to put words to the smell of decomposing human. It is dense and cloying, sweet but not flower-sweet. Halfway between rotting fruit and rotting meat.

cadavers' intestines hanging like a parade streamers off the sides of tables, skulls bobbing in boiling pots, organs strewn on the floor being eaten by dogs.....

Aim deliberately at goal and stay focus to fulfill it.

I'm an incurable romantic. The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different.

Hatred, as well as love, renders its votaries credulous.

First, then, State Socialism, which may be described as the doctrine that all the affairs of men should be managed by the government, regardless of individual choice.

I think the Mussolinean institution of a third way alternative to comunism is currently still very relevant.

The victory of the show is in the writing. Coming up with sketches and stand-up bits. The rest is just hitting buttons on a machine more or less.

Or whatever politically correct spiritual representation of universal goodness you happen to believe in.

When you have your heart broken for the first time, you gain depth.

Nothing is more difficult than the art of maneuvering for advantageous positions.

Man, I didn't think I stood a chance. I mean, she was way out of my league.she still is.