Instead of committing suicide, people go to work.

We have to keep company with supposedly bad characters if we are to survive and not succumb to mental atrophy. People of good character, so called, are the ones who end up boring us to death.

Two wrongs don't make a right, but they make a good excuse.

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Then find someone who's life is givin' them vodka and have a party!

If you learn to laugh at yourself, you'll be entertained for a lifetime.

Laboring through a world every day more stultified, which expected salvation in codes and governments, ever more willing to settle for suburban narratives and diminished payoffs--what were the chances of finding anyone else seeking to transcend that, and not even particularly aware of it?