Can I just say that dying sucks? All that bullshit about seeing the light and having this inner peace, blah, blah, blah. It's crap.

I'm very analytical about the industry and I understand that there are value systems, and all sorts of things like that.

The artificial is always innocent.

I get recognized just often enough to keep my ego bouncing along, but not so much that I can't go places.

I wake up every morning and think to myself, 'How far can I push the company forward in the next 24 hours?

Let me do my work each day, and if the darkened hours of despair overcome me, may I not forget the strength that comforted me in the desolation of other times.

I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like latitude.

If during their education our youths become alienated from their language, history, ancestors, culture and civilization, it means there is a very serious educational problem there.

I am not here [in the sanitarium] to write, but to be mad.

Once, I was easy. Now, I was choosy. See? Big difference.

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.