I don't write for any group. I write to bring about a change in consciousness.

I like to look at how people work together when they are put into stressful situations, when life stops being cozy.

Art can make a difference because it pulls people up short. It says, don't accept things for their face value; you don't have to go along with any of this; you can think for yourself.

I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real apple of Eve, fruit of the womb, I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalization. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable.

Quest is at the heart of what I do-the holy grail, and the terror that you'll never find it, seemed a perfect metaphor for life.

I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.

Do you fall in love often?" Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.

I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

Life cannot be calculated. That's the big mistake our civilization made. We never accepted that randomness is not a mistake in the equation -- it is part of the equation.

I was not, I was, I am not, I care not. (Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo)

Il faut e pater le bourgeois. One must astound the bourgeois.

Our real reality is beyond the five senses.

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!

Better to lose oneself in action than to wither in despair.

Don't we all have an itch for kitsch?

The older I get, the clearer it becomes to me that no one is cheated in this world, unless it's by himself.

Size is not a reality, but a construct of the mind; and space a construct to contain constructs.

Maybe Gary (Neville) deserves to be chased up a tunnel every now and then - there would be a queue for him, probably. But you have to draw a line eventually.

He that lays down precepts for the governing of our lives, and moderating our passions, obliges humanity not only in the present, but in all future generations.