I know the secret number of the universe. It’s one, for the individual in search of the secret number. But the secret itself is love, and lies outside of one.

“My ex girlfriend, she gave great log cabin. But she couldn’t write a speech lik…”

“Through the window yesterday I saw a fool talking to himself, and it made me la…”

“I may not be the greatest American, but I am a better American than all the peo…”

“I make love like I make lasagna: with extra meat.”