Look at the walls of Pompeii. That’s what got the internet started.
Explore an idea until you’ve exhausted it, really go to all the different parameters of it.
I love kids, but they are a tough audience.
There are no rules. Just follow your heart.
I love to ride my bike, which is great aerobics, but also just a great time for me to think, so it’s like this terrific double bill.
As intellectual as we think we are, you still trip, we still have human foibles, sexuality, all the different things to still make you aware of your humanity.
What some folks call impossible is just stuff they haven’t seen before.
Sucking the marrow out of life doesn’t mean choking on the bone.
I like my wine like my women – ready to pass out.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
2020. There’ll be cold fusion. We’ll actually be able to power our cars with our own feces. That’s right. The emissions problem will be a little intense, but just light a match.
Being a functioning alcoholic is kind of like being a paraplegic lap dancer – you can do it, just not as well as the others, really.
When I’m riding my bicycle I feel like a Buddhist who is happy just to enjoy his mundane existence.
My children give me a great sense of wonder. Just to see them develop into these extraordinary human beings.
Comedy is there to basically show us we fart, we laugh, to make us realize we still are part animal.
My favorite thing to do is ride a bicycle. I ride road bikes. And for me, it’s mobile meditation.
We were romantics. We didn’t just read poetry. We let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared. Women swooned, and gods were created, gentlemen. Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh?
I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.
The first time I tried organic wheat bread, I thought I was chewing on roofing material.
I used food to make myself feel better, but I felt worse when I ate.