You won't find reasonable men on the tops of tall mountains.

There are few things more abrasive to the human spirit$$$ even in Patagonia$$$ than someone standing behind you chomping and sucking ice cubes.

I had no schooling before I joined The Beatles and no schooling after The Beatles. Life is a great education.

Teeth are always in style.

Comfort has its place$$$ but it seems rude to visit another country dressed as if you've come to mow its lawns.

There is still the outside world to contend with. A world of backfiring cars$$$ and their human equivalents.

At first$$$ writing for The New Yorker was very scary to me. I couldn't imagine anything that I would write in that typeface.

A zoo is a good place to make a spectacle of yourself$$$ as the people around you have creepier$$$ more photogenic things to look at.

Being locked up is one thing$$$ but to have no concept of confinement$$$ to be ignorant of its terms and never understand that struggle is useless - that's what hell must be like.

All of us take pride and pleasure in the fact that we are unique$$$ but I'm afraid that when all is said and done the police are right: it all comes down to fingerprints.