Intuition is knowingness, and this field of unbounded knowing, of knowingness, is within every human being. You start tapping into that and it becomes an ocean of solutions.

I like cappuccino, actually. But even a bad cup of coffee is better than no coffee at all.

I don't know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.

I like things that go into hidden, mysterious places, places I want to explore that are very disturbing. In that disturbing thing, there is sometimes tremendous poetry and truth.

This whole world is wild at heart and weird on top.

We think we understand the rules when we become adults but what we really experience is a narrowing of the imagination.

Mankind was not meant to suffer -- bliss is our nature. The individual is cosmic. Let's rock.

Absurdity is what I like most in life.

It's so freeing, it's beautiful in a way, to have a great failure, there's nowhere to go but up.

We only dream of images we already have inside of us.

I supported myself by delivering the 'Wall Street Journal' and doing odd jobs. I love plumbing and carpentry.

What we are looking for is what is looking.

My lungs falter short in breath by just the very thought of you.

In painting, the most brilliant colors, spread at random and without design, will give far less pleasure than the simplest outline of a figure.

When I told my friends I was going to be a comedian, they laughed at me.

Hospitality is the key to new ideas, new friends, new possibilities. What we take into our lives changes us. Without new people and new ideas, we are imprisoned inside ourselves.

In art it's not the thinking that does the job, but making.

I don't know if I'll ever get used to the idea that strangers know who I am. I don't know if I want to.

I've never done real sci-fi. I've never played an alien. I've never played some sort of superhero. Which I'd love to do!

He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.

Truth is one species of good, and not, as is usually supposed, a category distinct from good, and co-ordinate with it