Thought: Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage. - Woody Allen

We have to take our possessions and flee. I'm very good at that. I was the men's freestyle fleeing champion two years in a row.

It reminds me of that old joke- you know, a guy walks into a psychiatrist's office and says, hey doc, my brother's crazy! He thinks he's a chicken. Then the doc says, why don't you turn him in? Then the guy says, I would but I need the eggs. I guess that's how I feel about relationships. They're totally crazy, irrational, and absurd, but we keep going through it because we need the eggs.

And how does gravity work? And if it were to cease suddenly, would certain restaurants still require a jacket?