I've got it all in here ultra violets, flying saucers, strawberry bootlace come on get involved.

People said, ‘You must be mad, or on drugs,’ which I found a bit disappointing. What about imagination? It reflects our time that people sooner assume you’re on drugs or mad, rather than free.

No means yes in grasshopper language.

Reality depresses me. I need to find fantasy worlds and escape in them.

It's impossible to be unhappy while wearing a poncho!

All my friends got dogs and cats for Christmas, and I got a starfish called Roy. I used to take him down to the park on a lead.

When I'm 70 I might be a man in a park just wandering around, speaking in tongues with kids throwing bread at me.

Never try and go on a solo mission on your own.

I've had a really weird day, some joker threw bamboo in the penguin enclosure. They all vaulted out. It was a nightmare, it took me all morning to get them back in.

I don't really like jokes in a way. I mean gags are fine but I like weird moments where what you have isn't really a joke, just tiny moments.

You know the black bits in bananas? Are they tarantulas' eggs?

I see you kneeling in church—stained only by colored windows

Even this is paradoxical because even though the ego does all the spiritual practice in the beginning, it’s the Truth that has orchestrated it all.

I got a Valentine's Day card from my girl. It said, 'Take my heart! Take my arms! Take my lips!' Which is just like her. Keeping the best part for herself.

I love contemporary art, although I wouldn't want a pickled shark in my house.

Former President Bush, to celebrate his 80th birthday, jumped out of an airplane. And if you've seen the polls, you know he's not the only Bush in freefall.

But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.

I learned very early in life that I was always going to need people more than they needed me

I'm more of a mimic. My accent tends to drift to where ever I am.

I pay my own bills. I feel my own pain.

Patience, piety, and salutary knowledge spring up and ripen under the harrow of affliction; before there is wine or oil, the grape must be trodden and the oil pressed.