In conlusion, there is no conclusion. Things will go on as they always have, getting weirder all the time.

The function of law and theology are the same: to keep the poor from taking back by violence what the rich have stolen by cunning.

The fear of death is the beginning of slavery.

You should view the world as a conspiracy run by a very closely-knit group of nearly omnipotent people, and you should think of those people as yourself and your friends.

You are precisely as big as what you love and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you.

The rapists of the intellectual world become politicians; the seducers become artists.

Philadelphia merely seems dull because it's next to exciting Camden, New Jersey.

Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.

History, sociology, economics, psychology et al. confirmed Joyce's view of Everyman as victim.

My own opinion is that belief is the death of intelligence. As soon as one believes a doctrine of any sort, or assumes certitude, one stops thinking about that aspect of existence.

I think I got off on the wrong planet. Beam me up Scotty, there's no rational life here.

Be content with what you have. You have enough to live happy life.

That's it. Love makes us all strong.

Suddenly, I saw ocean again—then another horizon line—but this time the deep blue sky was on the wrong side of the line…the Holy crap, we’re upside down side.

Not only is there no question of solitude, but in the long run we may not choose our company.

And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.

I don't like talking about 'solutions.' I prefer talking about intelligent responses.

There's a lot of magic in science, so to speak.

I think when you get inured with the past, you get committed to the past, you stop growing.

Oh death, death, why do you never come to me thus summoned always day by day?