Better authentic mammon than a bogus god.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me.

Time was away and somewhere else, There were two glasses and two chairs And two people with one pulse.

A pharaoh's profile, a Krishna's grace, tail like a question mark.

It's no go the merry-go-round, it's no go the rickshaw All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.

The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold

I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity.

World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion A tangerine and spit the pips and feel The drunkenness of things being various.

None of our hearts are pure, we always have mixed motives. Are self deceivers, but the worst of all Deceits is to murmur 'Lord, I am not worthy' And, lying easy, turn your face to the wall.

World is suddener than we fancy it.

Politics: distrust all parties but consider capitalism must go.

Mind sees ghost when frightened and hopeless.

Advertising in the final analysis should be news. If it is not news it is worthless.

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

The person who is most a part of me is the performer, is the standup, the guy who says, "Hey look at me, listen to this!" I do that because that's what I do, I love doing it.

For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed and gratefully appreciated, they must be interrupted so the person can see that not having them is not as good as having them.

From the shore, the ocean is forever. It's a beautiful, dangerous place. Music is tied to the sea, born from the struggle, looking for hope. Because hope belongs in the dark places.

The novel is a highly corrupt medium, after all - in the end the vast majority of them simply aren't that great, and are destined to be forgotten.

I don't deal well with admiration if it's for something I haven't done. Other than exist.

Never tell anyone to be careful, never ask what that noise was, and for the love of God, never, ever say that you'll be right back." —Evelyn Baker

Call me Silidons, for such I am.