How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?

I was walking through the woods, thinking about christ. If he was a carpenter, I wondered what he charged for bookshelves.

Our love, our love will last forever. It's forever but it just doesn't work. that's why it will always be romantic because it can not be complete.

Anything worth knowing cannot be understood by the human mind.

I believe people ought to mate for pigeons or catholics.

His lack of education is more than compensated for by his keenly developed moral bankruptcy.

You know how you're always trying to get things to come out perfect in art because it's real difficult in life

Death doesn't really worry me that much, i'm not frightened about it... I just don't want to be there when it happens

Your still searching for me in every woman. You'll always seek to duplicate what we had. you know it.

My education was dismal. I went to a series of schools for mentally disturbed teachers.

I just met a wonderful new man, he is fictional but you can't have everything.

If she were lying on a plate with a herring, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

Morale still seems reasonably high and, while the desertion rate has risen, it is still limited to those who can walk.

The world may or may not be with our purpose. But its not totally without some kind of magic.

The artist's job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existance.

Life is short. short, and not about anything except what you can touch and what touches you.