Thank God I'm An Atheist.

I Find It [science] Analytical, Pretentious And Superficial-largely Because It Does Not Address Itself To Dreams, Chance, Laughter, Feelings, Or Paradox-in Other Words,-all The Things I Love The Most.

The Bar... Is An Exercise In Solitude. Above All Else, It Must Be Quiet, Dark, Very Comfortable-and, Contrary To Modern Mores, No Music Of Any Kind, No Matter How Faint. In Sum, There Should Be No More Than A Dozen Tables, And A Client That Doesn't Like To Talk.

I Say To Hell With The Work You Have To Do To Earn A Living! That Kind Of Work Does Us No Honor; All It Does Is Fill Up The Bellies Of The Pigs Who Exploit Us. But The Work You Do Because You Like To Do It, Because You've Heard The Call, You've Got A Vocation - That's Ennobling! We Should All Be Able To Work Like That. Look At Me, Saturno - I Don't Work. And I Don't Care If They Hang Me, I Won't Work! Yet I'm Alive! I May Live Badly, But At Least I Don't Have To Work To Do It!

Frankly, Despite My Horror Of The Press, I'd Love To Rise From The Grave Every Ten Years Or So And Go Buy A Few Newspapers.

Tobacco And Alcohol, Delicious Fathers Of Abiding Friendships And Fertile Reveries.