When you have a choice, choose happy!

Ah hell. We had more fun in a week than those weenies had in a lifetime.

We're not responsible for the bustling and hustling that may go on here. Lots of people bustle, and some hustle. But that's their business, and a very old one.

My mind floats like ash. I blame myself most cruelly.

If you stand back far enough, anything and everything is nothing.

I want it clearly understood that I'm totally confused.

We should stop bringing more domestic animals into existence.

Perdition awaits at the end of a road constructed entirely from good intentions, the devil emerges from the details and hell abides in the small print.

I always thought it was great to be able to make people feel better. It was a little like being God.

Pigs eat more tuna than all the planet's sharks combined.

Each work has to be done as intensely as possible.

We keep passing unseen through little moments of other people's lives.

So all I'm saying is, everything that seems important--our quarrels, or philosophical differences--in the end, it doesn't matter much. You know? In the end, what matters is what remains.