Most of the time I don't have much fun. The rest of the time I don't have any fun at all.
Not only is there no God, but try finding a plumber on Sunday.
Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.
If my films don't show a profit, I know I'm doing something right.
I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.
I have bad reflexes. I was once run over by a car being pushed by two guys.
I've never been an intellectual but I have this look.
If my films make one more person miserable, I'll feel I have done my job.
Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.
Students achieving Oneness will move on to Twoness.
Man consists of two parts, his mind and his body, only the body has more fun.
Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?