I have free will, but not of my own choice. I have never freely chosen to have free will. I have to have free will, whether I like it or not!

Some people are always critical of vague statements. I tend rather to be critical of precise statements; they are the only ones which can correctly be labeled wrong.

I believe that either Jupiter has life or it doesn't. But I neither believe that it does, nor do I believe that it doesn't.

Why should I be worried about dying? It's not going to happen in my lifetime!

Humor could not flourish in a wholly serious and rational atmosphere.

All my life I have been intensely repelled by the idea of 'making an effort'. I hate this idea today as much as I did as a child. I don't know why I hate it so much; I just do.

There is nothing like a naturalistic orientation to dispel all these morbid thoughts of "sin" and "free will" and "moral responsibility.

Recently, someone asked me if I believed in astrology. He seemed somewhat puzzled when I explained that the reason I don't is that I'm a Gemini.

Metaphysical problems about "mind" versus "matter" arise only from epistemological confusions.

Why should I be worried about death?

Why do I act as I do? To tell you the truth, I have absolutely no idea why. It is simply my nature to act as I act, and that's all I can say.

You may not be able to understand the world, but you can create your own world with your perception and imagination.

To exact revenge for yourself or your friends is not only a right, it's an absolute duty.

We breathe our deepest during sleep. When we are in the state of full rest. We are able to be.

Live and let live.Love thyself, in order to love thy man.Smart, independent women attract men.

The Need to Read"Reading books remains one of the best ways to engage with the world, become a better person and understand life’s questions, big and small.

It's true what they say - all the good men are married. But it's marriage that makes them good.

I've always been proud that my name stands for peace.

Have we not huddled in bunkers, while some premonition of tomorrow hung in the air and a comrade started singing? Oh, it felt so melancholy! And it was kitsch.

Life in New York is a constant struggle to die of natural causes.

When I act, a part of me goes into the character I am playing.