The chief problem about death$$$ incidentally$$$ is the fear that there may be no afterlife - a depressing thought$$$ particularly for those who bothered to shave. Also$$$ there is the fear that there is an afterlife but no one will know where it's being held. On the plus side$$$ death is one of the few things that can be done as easily laying down.

I was in bed at my beach house$$$ but could not sleep because of some fried chicken in the icebox that I felt entitled to. I waited till my wife dropped off$$$ and tiptoed into the kitchen. I remembered looking at the clock. It was precisely four-fifteen. I'm quite certain of this$$$ because our kitchen clock has not worked in twenty-one years and is always at that time. I also noticed that our dog$$$ Judas$$$ was acting funny. He was sanding up on his hind legs and singing$$$ 'I Enjoy Being a Girl.' Suddenly the room turned bright orange.

I foresee death by culture shock.

The universe is merely a fleeting idea in God's mind -- a pretty uncomfortable thought$$$ particularly if you've just made a down payment on a house.

So then$$$ what do you believe in? Sex and death. Two things that come once in my lifetime. But at least after death you're not nauseous.

You'll find as you go through life that great depth and smoldering sensuality don't always win.

In formulating any philosophy the first consideration must always be: What can we know? That is$$$ what can we be sure we know$$$ or sure that we know we knew it$$$ if indeed it is at all knowable. Or have we simply forgotten it and are too embarrassed to say anything? Descartes hinted at the problem when he wrote$$$ 'My mind can never know my body$$$ although it has become quite friendly with my legs.

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.

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

I was the captain of the latent paranoid softball team. We used to play all the neurotics on sunday morning. Nailbiters against the bedwetters$$$ and if you've never seen neurotics play softball$$$ it's really funny. I used to steal second base$$$ and feel guilty and go back.