Only the scenario writers are exempt. These are tied between the tails of two spirited Caucasian ponies, which are then driven off in opposite directions. This custom is called a conference.

Emptiness is everywhere and it can be calculated, which gives us a great opportunity. I know how to control the universe. So tell me, why should I run for a million?

It is not people who break ethical standards who are regarded as aliens. It is people like me who are isolated.

Everybody understood that if the proof is correct then no other recognition is needed.

I know how to control the Universe. Why would I run to get a million, tell me?

If they need my C.V., they don’t know my work.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

I don’t want to be on display like an animal in a zoo.

The dubious privilege of a freelance writer is he’s given the freedom to starve anywhere.

The main obligation is to amuse yourself.

I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.

Poetry is unfallen speech. Paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence.

Some men pray only when the world is dark, as owls hoot at night.

There are five stages of meditation, each one leading gradually into the next: concentration, meditation, contemplation, illumination, and inspiration.

Win and you are the superior being in all the universe; lose, and may the fleas of a million rodents, infect your every orifice.

Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...

Who gives to all, denies all.

The presence of others who see what we see and hear what we hear assures us of the reality of the world and ourselves.

The last thing a young woman needs is another picture of a sexy pop star writhing in sand, covered in grease, touching herself.

I came very close to quitting my job for the Bush-Cheney '04 campaign. I seriously considered packing up my office and heading home to Colorado.

She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person.