Addiction is a disease of exposure. Doctors and nurses, for instance, have a high addiction rate.

We must all face the fact that our leaders are certifiably insane or worse

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'I want to see the manager.'

After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn't do it.

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.

What does the money machine eat? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty, and, above all, it eats creativity. It eats quality and sh*ts quantity.

I think anybody incapable of changing his mind is crazy.

Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.

The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself.

Artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact.

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.

Dreams are like commercials, but her dreams are picture perfect...

We all have purpose. We are all guardians. We are the angels and we are the demons. We are all gods if we choose to be. Believe.

You don't have to reinvent the wheel... just steal the hubcaps.

Christian pop culture can be worthwhile if done well, but bad Christian pop culture isn't redeemed merely by the fact that it's Christian.

pg. 301--"Saturday the weather couldn't decide if it was ready to fully entertain winter or if we were still stuck in the fall."pg.349--"...winter showed up in an angry, punishing fury...

In terms of organisational models and human relationship models, humankind has not evolved much over the last millennia.

To be stories at all they must be a series of events: but it must be understood that this series - the plot, as we call it - is only really a new whereby to catch something else.

I have very poor eyesight, and I can't imagine a world without my glasses or contacts.

Taught him the only thing he had to learn about love: that nobody teaches life anything.

Venice is the worlds unconscious: a misers glittering hoard, guarded by a Beast whose eyes are made of white agate, and by a saint who is really a prince who has just slain a dragon.