“I feel some part of me can wake up and be very existential and the next day wake up and be sort of in love with the universe.”

Creating characters is just another way to express a type and put that type to use.

In the depths of the night, fear grips my heart. It paralyzes my mind. But most of all, I feel very, very alone

If you read a lot of books you are considered well read. But if you watch a lot of TV, you’re not considered well viewed.

I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.

For fast-acting relief try slowing down.

Why isn’t there a special name for the tops of your feet?

I have always felt that humor was a wonderful vehicle to let us become connected with each other and ourselves; I try to portray the similarities and polarities in men and women, so that we can acknowledge and embrace our collective consciousness.

I think life is perverse. It can be beautiful, but it won’t.

I worry about kids today – because of the sexual revolution, they’re going to grow up and never know what “dirty” means.

We are all in this together, by ourselves.

Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain.

Success is a ladder that cannot be climbed with your hands in your pocket – The road to success is always under construction.

But there are too many people that make so much money at the cost of lives of other humans and for no reason but to make the money.

If life is so meaningless, then why are we always bringing it up?

Did you know, in the entire universe, we are the only intelligent life forms thought to have a Miss Universe contest?

When we speak to God, we call it prayer; when God speaks back, we call it psychosis!

I remember being obsessed with Christina Aguilera’s ‘Stripped.’ That was her peak, and she is such an amazing singer. Plus, I was a little gay boy, and the music video for ‘Beautiful’ existed, so obviously I was affected.

I hate you, God. I hate you as though you actually exist.

We should remember that science exists only because there are people, and its concepts exist only in the minds of men. Behind these concepts lies the reality which is being revealed to us, but only by the grace of God.

You are the cream in my coffee as you lather me with your sweet kisses, brightening up my every morning. Your existence is ever so adoring.

To the untrue man, the whole universe is false- it is impalpable- it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself is in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.

You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o’ercomes doubt.

All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.

The things I believed in dont exist any more. It’s foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.