The devil-ache of loneliness seldom deserts the bones of the angry.

Murder is the apex of megalomania, the ultimate in control.

Suicide is part murder, revenge on those who hurt you, just as murder is part suicide, for a murderer knows he risks losing his life.

When one must sit with the snobs, one belongs with the frightened.

Life for the unhappy is an endless search for 'the good parent,' one who will truly love him instead of making him afraid.

Flippancy may be a lance tilted in the face of fear.

Understanding why is never enough.

often when I thought I joked, I told the truth, afraid to speak it except in jest.

each generation devises better ways to survive. Civilization may, in one sense, be a tribute to the ingeniousness of some children in outwitting parents.

Reason finds it difficult to take root in the arid soil of wrath.

The outer prisons are made by the community to contain those who have dared break its laws. The inner prisons each man makes for himself because of what he feels are his transgressions.

Oh! it is absurd to have a hard-and-fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn't. More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read.

We still kissed frequently, usually a cluster of small pecks. An acronym for our early deep kisses. Which in a way was more intimate because only we knew what it stood for.

Design should be easy in the sense that every step should be obviously and clearly identifiable. Simplify elements to make change simple so you can manage the technical risk.

My father was the guy on the block who said hi to everyone.

By whomsoever no evil is done in deed, or word, or thought, him I call a Brahmin (holy man) who is guarded in these three.

In a recording, your ear believes and accepts the trumpets as part of the ensemble, but you can't do that in a concert hall.

I think music talks to you on an emotional level, regardless of where you're from. I guess I related to the tempo of rap, the aggressiveness.

The blushing cheek speaks modest mind,The lips befitting words most kind,The eye does tempt to love's desire,And seems to, say 'tis "Cupid's fire.

When one sense has been bribed the others readily bear false witness.

I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.