I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.

The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.

Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination.

Human beings are the only creatures on earth that claim a God and the only thing that behaves like it hasn't got one.

Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.

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.

So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.

Your mind is filled with ample secret abilities not known to you, keep it active by shutting down disbelieve.

Following your heart is the best decision you will ever make.

Human beings have always told their histories and truths through parable and fable. We are inveterate storytellers.

No matter how many personal productivity techniques you master, there will always be more to do than you can ever accomplish in the time you have available to you, no matter how much it is.

There is chaos behind the civility, of course.

To take full advantage of computer animation, you have to pay as much attention to the believable as you do the unbelievable.

Life doesn’t need magic to be magical. (But a little bit sure doesn’t hurt.)

Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.

What house, bloated with luxury, ever became prosperous without a woman's excellence?

I never quite dare to believe I'm brave enough to be an artist, but I'm on the side of artists. I think of myself as a bit of a Salieri, looking with longing eyes at Mozart.