Reality itself is too twisted.

The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.

Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination.

Human beings are the only creatures on earth that claim a God and the only thing that behaves like it hasn't got one.

Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.

America... just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.

So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.

A sense of solidarity among fifteen-to-thirty-year-olds would be a menace to civilized society even in the best of times.

My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror. "It's me," said a familiar voice. ..."Eric, what are you doing here?" "Snuggling.

This isn't a watercolor, it's a mural.

Caution is the path to mediocrity.

Art-making is just another part of the consciousness industry.

Melania Trump's husband tweeted this: "Cher, I don't wear a rug, it's mine, and I promise not to talk about your massive plastic surgeries that didn't work."

What a surprise to find you could shift the contents of your head like rearranging furniture in a room.

I'm not a man who constantly thinks up jokes.

Crackdown had Dave Ball playing on it. Flood worked on our next album, and Adrian Sherwood worked with us on Code.

I may have been fierce, but never low or underhand.