In short, it occurred to me that perhaps the only possible avant garde is the avant garden.

The dullard finds even wine tasteless, while the sorcerer is intoxicated by the mere sight of water.

Ten minutes in a video store should convince any impartial observer that we live in a police state of consciousness, far more pervasive than the Nazis.

If rulers refuse to consider poems as crimes, then someone must commit crimes that serve the function of poetry, or texts that possess the resonance of terrorism.

Nature has no Laws — only habits.

Art tells gorgeous lies that come true.

Sorcery: the systematic cultivation of enhanced consciousness or non-ordinary awareness & its deployment in the world of deeds & objects to bring about desired results.

To say that 'I will not be free till all humans (or all sentient creatures) are free' is simply to cave in to a kind of nirvana-stupor, to abdicate our humanity, to define ourselves as losers.

Words belong to those who use them only till someone else steals them back.

the dullard sees no eros in fine champagne; the sorcerer can fall intoxicated on a glass of water

The last possible deed is that which defines perception itself, an invisible golden chord that connects us: illegal dancing in the courthouse corridors.

Thinking there is something better out there in the world, something worth more than you already have- of all my mistakes, that was my biggest.

Well i am just going to try!" she thought confidently!

The most ominous of fallacies: the belief that things can be kept static by inaction.

I've been on a diet for two weeks and all I've lost is two weeks.

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

The audiences are there as a result of my history with the band but also as a result of my being able to reach people with a tune.

When I was in middle school, some of my so-called friends found a catalogue ad I did for Superman pajamas. They made as many copies as they could and pasted them up all over school.

This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.

Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable. She was thrilled to be back.

Most books, like their authors, are born to die; of only a few books can it be said that death has no dominion over them; they live, and their influence lives forever.