How had this happened? Everyone in the world knew more than us, about everything, and this I hated then found hugely comforting.

Here I am Rock You Like a Hurricane.

I hung up the phone, jubilant, and threw myself into a wall, then pretended to be getting electrocuted. I do this when I'm very happy.

We would oppose the turning of the planet and refuse the setting of the sun.

We have no choice. We need the communion of souls and only here are they awake.

No. There is no balance, and no retribution, and no rules. The rules and balances you blather about are hopeful creations of a man fearing death.

Always we learn things and then we forget them.

Who were these people, all of them young couples, a few fabulous ones, tall thin-haired blondes with toned men in perfectly pressed jeans -- neither fearing the loss of the other.

The dead are way more organized than the living.

If you truly believe in something, that is, if you care enough about it to not just dream about it, but to do something about it, your belief will bring it to you.

I've never really been aware of what is said about me, whether it's positive or negative. I ignore it. I've always had the mind-set: 'No one can challenge me better than myself.'

I have never opened with the QP - on principle.

I have become a prisoner of the peace movement. But you can't say that the termination is coming and then say that you are going back to your own garden to dig.

The deeper interior you have the more you have in your llibrary.

Her days come and go like birds, her dreams like days.

You do have an eye for the tarnished lining.

Though man or angel judge my life and read it like an open scroll, And weigh my heart, I have judge more just than any—my own soul.

And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe. And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.