No. There is no balance, and no retribution, and no rules. The rules and balances you blather about are hopeful creations of a man fearing death.

Here I am Rock You Like a Hurricane.

I hung up the phone, jubilant, and threw myself into a wall, then pretended to be getting electrocuted. I do this when I'm very happy.

How had this happened? Everyone in the world knew more than us, about everything, and this I hated then found hugely comforting.

We would oppose the turning of the planet and refuse the setting of the sun.

We have no choice. We need the communion of souls and only here are they awake.

Always we learn things and then we forget them.

Who were these people, all of them young couples, a few fabulous ones, tall thin-haired blondes with toned men in perfectly pressed jeans -- neither fearing the loss of the other.

I am sorry to disturb you, ' said James politely, 'but these people wished to shoot us.

Unless the soul is fed and exercised daily, it becomes weak and shriveled. It remains discontented, confused, restless.

Perhaps one day I will go into space.

The universe and the observer exist as a pair. I cannot imagine a consistent theory of the universe that ignores consciousness.

The international community would like to see an agreement in Libya before Ramadan, let me be very cautious about the possibilities for an agreement.

New York is vibrant, sexy, naughty, always surprising, and has great live music and great fashion.

There's really nothing wrong with sentimentality... Nothing I wrote is sentimental.

I have no rancor. I look forward, not backwards.

When she was rested. she'd find a way to escape. It was the duty of the captive, wasn't it?

We all have to decide how we are going to fail, by not going far enough or by going too far.