“There will be sex after death, we just won’t be able to feel it.”

Don’t be afraid of missing opportunities. Behind every failure is an opportunity somebody wishes they had missed.

Well, if I can be of any help at all, you are in worse trouble than I thought.

Exercise is for people who can’t handle drugs or alcohol.

If beauty is truth, why don’t women go to the library to have their hair done?

The larger picture is really to swing people’s awareness of what really is moral.

Infinity is just time on an ego trip.

There’s nothing sadder than getting to the end of your life and saying, ‘I didn’t do it right’.

It’s a more ridiculing, divisive humor today.

Does your mind feel more and more like teflon? Nothing sticks to it?

You are what you think, geez, that’s frightening.

Instead of working for the survival of the fittest, we should be working for the survival of the wittiest – then we can all die laughing.

My politics are just inclined to be empathetic and humanistic. I grew up with so many different kinds of people with different politics, different religion, no religion, no politics, education, no education, and I was infatuated with all of them.

If you can’t be direct, why be?

There’s so much plastic in this culture that vinyl leopard skin is becoming an endangered synthetic.

Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination.

Remember we’re all in this alone.

If you look around, you can find a face of God in each thing, because He is not hidden in a church, in a mosque, or a synagogue, but everywhere. As there is no one who lives after seeing him, there is also no one dying after seeing him. Who finds Him, stays forever with him.

And no renown can render you well-known: For if you think that fame can lengthen life By mortal famousness immortalized, The day will come that takes your fame as well, And there a second death for you awaits.

What can my enemies do to me? My paradise is in my heart, it is with me wherever I go. To imprison me is to provide me with seclusion. To send me into exile is to send me away in the Path of Allah. And to kill me is to make me a martyr.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help-for it As impotently moves as you or I

Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.

You know what I always say about basketball whenever anybody tried to tell me the Knicks are gonna be good: They’re old. Old people don’t get healthy. They die.

The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.

I am not going to die, I’m going home like a shooting star.