God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty.

He didn't come out of my belly, but my God, I've made his bones, because I've attended to every meal, and how he sleeps, and the fact that he swims like a fish because I took him to the ocean. I'm so proud of all those things. But he is my biggest pride.

And God help Bruce Springsteen when they decide he's no longer God... They'll turn on him, and I hope he survives it.

As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.