These aren't my rules. Come to think of it. I don't have any rules.

My whole life is a dark room. One big dark room.

Well, I've read through that handbook for the recently deceased. It says, 'live people ignore the strange and unusual. I, myself, am strange and unusual.

I wonder where a guy, an everyday Joe like myself can find a little action.

Sandworms...you know I hate 'em!

An author who gives a manager or publisher any rights in his work except those immediately and specifically required for its publication or performance is for business purposes an imbecile.

Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.

Some mysterious revenge of nature has seen to it that no poem in praise of drink or tobacco (or snuff, if any) can succeed.

In the early days all I hoped was to make a living out of what I did best. But, since there’s no real market for masturbation I had to fall back on my bass playing abilities.

Never fail to know that if you are doing all the talking you are boring somebody.

It won't be pleasant." "Nothing ever is.

I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.

Mitt der Dummheit k a« mpfen G o« tter selbst vergebens. Even the gods themselves struggle in vain against stupidity.

Love is a sweet thing caught a momentand held in a golden eye.

The great stories go to those who aren't afraid to live them