Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night.

It is my last wish to be buried sitting up.

Three years ago I was forty... forty! Four-oh! That slipped out. Now I suddenly feel as if I've taken all my clothes off.

We're all busy little bees, full of stings, making honey day and night, aren't we honey?

Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night.

Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, 'I'm going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that's tough. I am going to snow anyway.'

The life of man is a long march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by weariness and pain, towards a goal that few can hope to reach, and…