What Im trying to say is that what makes you up, its always been around, and it always will be around. So really the only thing you should worry about is the part you’re at right now. Where you got a body and a head and all that bullshit. Just worry about living, dying is the easy part.
No, you can’t go getting mad at people because they’re shitty. Life will get mad at them, don’t worry.
Although Kurt Vonnegut may not be considered a humor writer, ‘Breakfast of Champions’ is one of the funniest books I’ve ever read.
I almost feel like I’m unoffendable now. I can roll with whatever.
I just wanted to compile these stories about growing up with my father and I wanted people to be able to enjoy them individually, but also the entire book as a whole.
Oh spare me, being stuck in your bedroom is not like prison. You don’t have to worry about being gang-raped in your bedroom.
The baby will talk when he talks, relax. It ain’t like he knows the cure for cancer and just ain’t spitting it out.
You go ahead. I’d rather not be shot out of a tube into a pool filled with a bunch of nine-year-olds’ urine.
Los Angeles is like San Diego’s older, uglier sister that has herpes.
My parents had irrational fears of Mexico and assumed that once you crossed the border, drug runners made you swallow a heroin balloon and then within the hour you were in a bathtub full of ice and they were harvesting your kidneys.
If it’s not bourbon or sweatpants, it’s going in the garbage…. No, don’t get creative. Now is not a creative time. Now is a bourbon and sweatpants time.
You worry too much. Eat some bacon…what? No, I got no idea if it’ll make you feel better, I just made too much bacon.
I kind of came to the conclusion after I did finally get married that love and relationships are just a series of horrific losses with hopefully one win.
People are always trying to tell you how they feel. Some of them say it outright, and some of them, they tell you with their actions. And you have to listen. I don’t know what will happen with your lady friend. I think she’s a nice person, and I hope you get what you want. But do me a favor: Listen, and don’t ignore what you hear.
When it’s asshole-tightening time, that’s when you see what people are made of. Or at least what their asshole is made of.
Writing a book is incredibly pleasurable, but very solitary. You have total control, but sometimes that can drive you insane.
[The] majority of the girls working there had major emotional problems. And not cries-too-much emotional problems; more like stabs-her-boyfriend-with-a-steak-knife-then-falls-into-a-corner-and-starts-whispering-to-herself emotional problems.
That woman was sexy. . . . Out of your league? Son, let women figure out why they won’t screw you. Don’t do it for them.
On My First Driving Lesson “First things first: A car has five gears. What is that smell?…Okay, first thing before that first thing: Farting in a car that’s not moving makes you an asshole.
You’re like a tornado of bullshit right now. We’ll talk again when your bullshit dies out over someone else’s house.
I was an angst-y journal writing kid.
The Internet has really democratized ideas. There are no real gatekeepers any more, because if you have a great idea, and you put it online, people will find it and it will get in front of who it needs to get in front of.
Eventually, though, I came to the conclusion that I was the male equivalent of a Toyota Camry. You know: No one ever says, "I have to have a Toyota Camry." But most people who spend some time in a Camry start to like it. "It’s pretty reliable," they think. "It doesn’t have a lot of problems, and it’s not bad to look at. You know what? I’d probably prefer a nicer car. But I can live with a Camry.
I’m not a guy who curses very much in my personal life. When I curse it sounds like a kid trying to be cool. But I think there are quite a few people, my father being one of them, who use curse words rather eloquently.
Why would you throw a ball in someone’s face?…Huh. That’s a pretty good reason. Well, I can’t do much about your teacher being pissed, but me and you are good.
You say you’re sick, huh? Well, it looks like you’ve come down with a case of bullshit.
On My Last-Place Finish in the 50-Yard Dash During Little League Tryouts “It kinda looked like you were being attacked by a bunch of bees or something. Then when I saw the fat kid with the watch who was timing you start laughing…. Well, I’ll just say it’s never a good sign when a fat kid laughs at you.
On Furnishing One’s Home – Pick your furniture like you pick a wife; it should make you feel comfortable and look nice, but not so nice that if someone walks past it they want to steal it.
I feel like if I’m going to give you a book about my dad, then I really want to give you my dad, because he is interesting and he is funny and if you’re buying a book about him, I don’t want you to have to sit through stuff that’s not him.
I just want silence… Jesus, it doesn’t mean I don’t like you. It just means right now, I like silence more.
There is no definitive guidebook on how to pick the right partner, and even if there were, I’m way too dumb to write it.
Before I proposed to my now-wife, I was understandably nervous. My father suggested that I take stock of all of my experiences and relationships with women, from my earliest memories to present day, and see if I had learned anything that might inform my decision.
The thing with Bill Shatner is he brings something unique to everything he does. He’s not the obvious choice for anything, but he always brings something special to it.
The worst thing you can be is a liar. . . . Okay, fine, yes, the worst thing you can be is a Nazi, but then number two is liar. Nazi one, liar two.
Sometimes its nice when people you love need you.