“You're lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world.”

“You’d better get busy, though, buddy. The goddamn sands run out on you every time you turn around. I know what I’m talking about. You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddamn phenomenal world. {...} I used to worry about that. I don’t worry about it very much any more. At least I’m still in love with Yorick’s skull. At least I always have time enough to stay in love with Yorick’s skull. I want an honorable goddamn skull when I’m dead, buddy. I hanker after an honorable goddamn skull like Yorick’s.”

“You know, if you're an American and you're born at this time in history especially, you're lucky. We all are. We won the world history Powerball lottery.”

“I'm the one flunking out of this goddam place, and you're asking me to write you a goddam composition.”

“Dude you say the best stuff. You're so getting lucky.”

“There. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get a scar! That's what you want, isn't it?”