Only a world without love strikes me as instantly and decisively more terrible than one without music.

She wore a short skirt and a tight sweater and her figure described a set of parabolas that could cause cardiac arrest in a yak.

You can't ride two horses with one behind.

I don't know what I want$$$ but I know what I don't want.

My films are therapy for my debilitating depression. In institutions people weave baskets. I make films.

Basically my wife was immature. I'd be at home in my bath and she'd come in and sink my boats.

We are all interested in the future$$$ for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives.

How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?

Sex between a man and a woman can be wonderful$$$ provided you can get between the right man and the right woman.

I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.