Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.
More movement, and the sense of bodies being shackled in alongside of me.
No one gossips about other people's secret virtues.
I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!
I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.
Hollywood is a place where they place you under contract instead of under observation.