Cigarettes are a classy way to commit suicide.

The big show is inside my head.

Son—they say there isn't any royalty in this country, but do you want me to tell you how to be king of the United States of America? Just fall through the hole in a privy and come out smelling like a rose.

Fuller's cigar in the night was a beacon warning carefree, frivolous people away. It was plainly a cigar smoked in anger.

Here we are trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, It might have been.

Here is the solution to the American drug problem suggested a couple years back by the wife of our President: 'Just say no.'

I went to New York to be born again.

The Earthlings behaved at all times as though there were a big eye in the sky – as though that big eye were ravenous for entertainment.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.