I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer.
To you, I'm an atheist.
To God, I'm the loyal opposition.
Is sex dirty? Only when it's being done right.
I'd never join a club that would allow a person like me to become a member
Photons have mass? I didn’t even know they were Catholic.
What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream
Living is messy.
My films are therapy for my debilitating depression. In institutions people weave baskets. I make films.
I don't know what I'm doing, but my incompetence has never stopped my enthusiasm.
Is Knowledge knowable? If not, how do we know?