Have a drink, and try to relax. All right, have another drink. There are times when getting drunk's not a bad idea.

Truth is the coping mechanism with the least amount of side effects.

If you can't laugh when things go bad--laugh and put on a little carnival--then you're either dead or wishing you were.

When a hurricane damaged my father's house, my brother rushed over with a gas grill, three coolers of beer, and an enormous Fuck-It Bucket - a plastic pail filled with jawbreakers and bite-size candy bars. ("When shit brings you down, just say 'fuck it,' and eat yourself some motherfucking candy.")

The idea of evil is always subject to denial as a coping mechanism.

On some dimension or other, every event in life can be causing only one of two things: either it is good for you, or it is bringing up what you need to look at in order to create good for you.

Evolution is win-win…life is self-correcting.