I Thank You For Not Snoring.

Do You Remember When Marilyn Monroe Died? Everybody Stopped Work, And You Could See All That Day The Same Expressions On Their Faces, The Same Thought: ‘how Can A Girl With Success, Fame, Youth, Money, Beauty . . . How Could She Kill Herself?’ Nobody Could Understand It Because Those Are The Things That Everybody Wants, And They Can’t Believe That Life Wasn’t Important To Marilyn Monroe, Or That Her Life Was Elsewhere

Nobody "becomes" A Character. You Can't Act Unless You Are Who You Are.

When I Lie On The Beach There Naked, Which I Do Sometimes, And I Feel The Wind Coming Over Me And I See The Stars Up Above And I Am Looking Into This Very Deep, Indescribable Night, It Is Something That Escapes My Vocabulary To Describe. Then I Think: 'god, I Have No Importance. Whatever I Do Or Don't Do, Or What Anybody Does, Is Not More Important Than The Grains Of Sand That I Am Lying On, Or The Coconut That I Am Using For My Pillow.' So I Really Don't Think In The Long Sense.

Mafia Is The Best Example Of Capitalism We Have.

I Believe I Did What Honor Dictated And That Belief Sustains Me, Except For A Slight Desire To Be Dead Which I'm Sure Will Pass.