There is no peace$$$ I'm sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.

Cigarettes are a classy way to commit suicide.

What is the purpose of life?...To be the eyes and ears and conscience of the Creator of the Universe$$$ you fool!

Virtually every writer I know would rather be a musician.

That is my principal objection to life$$$ I think: It's too easy$$$ when alive$$$ to make perfectly horrible mistakes.

To practice any art$$$ no matter how well or badly$$$ is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.

The practice of art isn't to make a living. It's to make your soul grow.

Science is magic that works.

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists$$$ unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.

The universe is a big place$$$ perhaps the biggest.