“Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.”

Being a New Yorker is never having to say you are sorry.

Every day I read the newspapers, and no matter how cynical I get, it’s imposssible to keep up.

If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?

Ninety eight percent of the adults in this country are decent, hardworking, honest Americans. It’s the other lousy two percent that get all the publicity. But then, we elected them.

After all, in private, we’re all misfits.

I wanted to be a stage actress. I wanted to be a New York actress and have a community with other actors. I didn’t want to get famous; I always thought getting famous was a drag on you.

What I appreciate is acknowledging to the audience that I think they have brains.

Did you know, throughout the cosmos they found intelligent life forms that play to play? We are the only ones that play to win. Explains why we have more than our share of losers.

I bought a box of animal crackers, but there was nothing inside. They’d eaten each other.

Sometimes I worry about being a success in a mediocre world.

No matter how cynical you become, it’s never enough to keep up.

Things are going to get a lot worse before they get worse.

What goes up must come down. But don’t expect it to come down where you can find it.

I worry that the person who thought up Muzak may be thinking up something else.

If trying harder doesn’t work, try softer.

When I am happy I feel like crying, but when I am sad I don’t feel like laughing. I think it is better to be happy; then you get two feelings for the price of one.

People with large book collections are almost always diligent learners.

Smoking dope and hanging up Che’s picture is no more a commitment than drinking milk and collecting postage stamps.

I have a huge record and cd collection of all kinds of great classical, jazz and all music but I find the internet very accessible and quick.

The manner in which I learned to read and write, not only had great influence on my own mind, as I acquired it with the most perfect ease, so much so, that I have no recollection whatever of learning the alphabet.

Neither the army nor the treasury, but friends, are the true supports of the throne; for friends cannot be collected by force of arms, nor purchased with money; they are the offspring of kindness and sincerity.

I’m not extra’d out. I got a cool little vinyl collection.

So now I have a collection of poetry by Aaron Neville and I give it to people I want to share it with. I’d like to publish it someday.

Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.