I think I'm probably too close to the seventies to be able to analyse them (it?) effectively.

I grew up with tarot cards and the reading of tea leaves.

My favourite tea is lapsang souchong.

I'm more a dog person than a cat person.

I grew up in North Devon, by the sea, and feel a special affinity for the landscape there, despite a lack of actual ancestry.

I was born in the seventies, age of bad haircuts and grainy colour photos.

I've never been baptised.

[My muse] is, in fact, a woman of the world, and precisely because of this, hopes that a diversity of cultures will endure, and that one bland monoculture does not swamp everything.

If we do want to do that [ colonise space to survive, ], then vacuous materialism is not going to be enough for us.

If we do overcome linear time, I would hope this means dwelling more directly in the fertility of the imagination rather than denying it, as some aspects of Buddhism seem to.

Some Buddhists, however, never seem to get past the void, and I suppose I view this as a kind of Buddhist 'Old Testament' that I don't especially like.

Perspective alone can make an experience positive or negative, but regardless of which you let it become, it can only have as much power over your outlook on life as you give it.

The worst kind of loneliness, I think, is to be in the presence of those you love and have them treat you like you aren't there.

Uncertainty is not an indication of poor leadership it underscores the need for leadership.

The world of a comic strip ought to be a special place with its own logic and life... I don't want the issue of Hobbes's reality settled by a doll manufacturer.

It could be that the total scenario for human beings is an insoluble mystery until we die, followed by nothing at all.

In the struggle for survival, the fittest win out at the expense of their rivals because they succeed in adapting themselves best to their environment.

When a man is proud because he can understand and explain the writings of Chrysippus, say to yourself, 'if Chrysippus had not written obscurely, this man would have had nothing to be proud of.'

What we must do is start viewing every cow, pig, chicken, monkey, rabbit, mouse, and pigeon as our family members.

As a cure for the cold, take your toddy to bed, put one bowler hat at the foot, and drink until you see two.

A lot of people question how talented I am. But I'm a real dude and I know real things and I've seen real people get their head blown off.