Horace, like all dogs, heard dead-voices quite often, and sometimes saw their owners.

Murder is like potato chips: you can't stop with just one.

Close your eyes and click your heals three times...because there's no place like Dome.

Never give a good politician time to pray.

She can't help it, ' he said. 'She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.

I guess a sock is also a geometric shape—technically—but I don't know what you'd call it. A socktagon?

If you want to know how fortunate you are, visit three places: the slum, the hospital, and the cemetery.

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.

My dad wanted to name me after Rainier Maria Rilke, the poet.

My mother always called me 'sturdy' and said I have big bones. A little fat is what I am.

I wanted to be complete, because I figured that, visually, there was an avenue to explore with painted stuff

My favourite word? I think, delicious, because it sounds so delicious. You say it, and you just wanna eat a chocolate bar.

Every role varies greatly, just as emotions vary greatly.

As a species, we've somehow survived large and small ice ages, genetic bottlenecks, plagues, world wars and all manner of natural disasters, but I sometimes wonder if we'll survive our own ingenuity.

Though men now possess the power to dominate and exploit every corner of the natural world, nothing in that fact implies that they have the right or the need to do so.

To me rites of passage through life, that's a wonderful, beautiful thing.