By stretching language we'll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.

The pimp has a grin, never a smile.

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.

There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.

A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.

Anyone who hasn't experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.

It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.

My heart's in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand's in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught.

Added to the moral solitude of the murderer comes the solitude of the artist, which can acknowledge no authority, save that of another artist.

Solitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state, but rather secret royalty, profound incommunicability yet a more or less obscure knowledge of an invulnerable singularity.

The time for reasoning is past; now's the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.

Sin is the delusion of our feelings

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

When I look out at the people and they look at me and they're smiling, then I know that I'm loved. That is the time when I have no worries, no problems.

When publicly censured our first instinct is to make everybody a codefendant.

Relax in my love and in turn pour forth that Divine Love out to the world.

Man's inhumanity to man is only surpassed by his cruelty to animals

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

Art to me was a state: it didn't need to be an accomplishment.

[I spent] much of my time reminding Matt Groening that I really need to be a head in a jar on Futurama.

Cast a spell and the small flaws don't matter. (From Workbook)