The "result" of life is death, so when you create, the importance is not on the result but on the process of creating in and of itself.

When inspiration comes life is lived in the moment and peace descends. When inspiration leaves thoughts turn to violently killing time

Simplicity takes time, patience & practice. Complexity offers too many excuses for failure

Humanity enveloped in entropy desperately seeking symmetry for peace of mind

Royal blood isn't blue, it is a jaundiced shade of red and riddled with broken chromosomes

We don't fall in love, we fall in lust. We ascend to love.

I obviously invented Solipsism

True Love Isn't Hearts & Flowers. It's Blood & Guts & Bouquets Of Barbed Wire

Those who understand the true nature of humanity are always loners.

The ego camouflages itself like a fox born and raised in a hen house. Its only worry is that you fail to notice its presence every so often and start acting without fear

Corporatism trying to redeem itself through charity is akin to a serial killer offering to pay a fine for his crimes.

When mom died, my old roommate, Jimmy, said that in an alternate dimension, an alternate me might have a worse life.”“Now that's comforting, ” said Murphy.

My best friend recently told me that I was the most passionate person she's ever known. I don't know if that was a compliment or an insult, honestly.

I am not an individualist in the Western sense. Collectivism can become oppressive when it tries to dictate; the rights of the two should not clash.

When being is divorced from doing, pious thoughts become an adequate substitute for washing dirty feet.

When the old creeds are threadbare, and worn through, And all too narrow for the broadening soul, Give me the fine, firm texture of the new, Fair, beautiful and whole!

If you can capture the element of surprise, you're way ahead of the game.

There are more pretty photographs of women than there are photographs of pretty women.

I understood we used to be close. But they were like books i'd read two summer ago; I knew I'd liked them, but I couldn't tell you now what they'd been about.

My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.

I'd like to do a reality show with four white people...who are dropped off in a really bad black neighborhood. And the show would be called...Cracker Hunt.