'In the end, we should simply imagine a joke; a long joke that's being continually retold in an accent too thick and too strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke. The soul is its punchline.'

On the poor use of grammar It's a matter of usage. If a house is off-plumb and rickety and lets in the wind, you blame the mason, not the bricks. Our words are…

'What is it that separates human beings from the so called lower animals? Well as I see it, it's exactly one half dozen significant things: Humor, Imagination,…

There's birth, there's death, and in between there's maintenance.

If we knew the meaning to everything that is happening to us, then there would be no meaning.

What is a soul? It's like electricity - we don't really know what it is, but it's a force that can light a room.

Take away love, and our earth is a tomb!