The beginning of genius is being scared shitless.

Even diseases have lost their prestige, there aren't so many of them left. Think it over... no more syphilis, no more clap, no more typhoid... antibiotics have taken half the tragedy out of medicine.

There's no such thing as intelligent vanity. It's an instinct. And you'll never find a man who is not first and foremost vain.

Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable.

An Immense hatred keeps me alive... i would live for a thousand years if i were certain of seeing the whole world croak.

An unfamiliar city is a fine thing. That's the time and place when you can suppose that all the people you meet are nice. It's dream time.

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose.

I piss on you all from a considerable height.

Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.

The more one is hated, I find, the happier one is.

The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.

Life is funny...we never know what's in store for us and time brings on what is meant to be.

The things we see are the mind's best bet as to what is out front.

It's such a joy to work with different ensembles and create a collaboration. Rehearsing and building a performance is very interesting for me.

We will keep a commitment to pluralism and not discriminate for or against Methodist or Mormons or Muslims or good people with no faith at all.

You have a small period of time when you can perfect your career and become good at it. A lot of guys get distracted, which only hurts them. You must stay focused and work very hard at boxing.

It was fun, having speed and being able to jump. Especially playing football. I played wide receiver and defensive back.

Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.

We are lucky, even the worst of us, for daylight comes.

Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait.

Your best work involves timing. If someone wrote the best hip hop song of all time in the Middle Ages, he had bad timing.