Around the Godde there forms a Shelle of prayers and Ceremonies and Buildings and Priestes and Authority, until at Last the Godde Dies. Ande this maye notte be noticed.

Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.

The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.

Gods don't like people not doing much work. People who aren't busy all the time might start to think.

The trouble with being a god is that you've got no one to pray to.

Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.

There are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.

We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.

The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).

When you can flatten entire cities at a whim, a tendency towards quiet reflection and seeing-things-from-the-other-fellow's-point- of-view is seldom necessary.

There’s no point in believing in things that exist.

Stop giving other people the power to control your happiness, your mind, and your life. If you don't take control of yourself and your own life, someone else is bound to try.

An expectation is a thought.It has no power or influence.

Deserted libraries hold the shades of writers who worked within, and are haunted by their absence.

Smart people sometimes get stupid, but stupid people never get smart.

Novelty is both delightful and deceptive.

Being on a movie set is wonderful experience, but it's a bubble - it isn't real life.

I've always loved acoustic music because I've always loved to hear someone's words or just watch them and just get into them. The distancing thing about rock is it's so assaulting.

My parents were of the generation who thought they were the children of a free Czechoslovakia, the only democracy in central Europe.

When a building is as good as that one, f#*@ the art.

But bear in mind your lover's wage Is what your looking-glass can show, And that he will turn green with rage At all that is not pictured there.