She was too well-trained to panic.

Here at great expense, ' [Colonel Groves] moaned to Oppenheimer, 'the government has assembled the world's largest collection of crackpots.

Man, Sub-creator, the refracted Lightthrough whom is splintered from a single Whiteto many hues, and endlessly combinedin living shapes that move from mind to mind.

They (corporations) cannot commit treason nor be outlawed nor excommunicated for they have no souls.

Never speak about private affairs for the general public to hear.

What is an adult? A child blown up by age.

Don't speculate unless you can make it a full time job.

What you are doesn't matter. Because what you are isn't going to change who you are.

To do something for someone or something you loved-England or Shakespeare or a dog or the Hodbins or history-wasn't a sacrifice at all. Even if it cost you your freedom, your life, your youth.

It was a woman who drove me to drink. Come to think of it, I never did hang around to thank her for that. 'Hey lady! Do I look all blurry to you? 'Cause you look blurry to me!'

I’ve learned what ‘classical’ means. It means something that sings and dances through sheer joy of existence.

Lots and lots of trees together, equals big trees!