The writer's life seethes within but not without.

Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.

We all need money, but there are degrees of desperation.

The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.

It's always good to remember where you come from and celebrate it. To remember where you come from is part of where you're going.

...We're a government that believes in everybody having the illusion of free will.

To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world.

I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense.

Is it better for a man to have chosen evil than to have good imposed upon him?

Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses to be bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?

Sanity is a handicap and liability if you're living in a mad world.

Proverbs 9:10 The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.

If there is a construction or a pathway in the spirit to be made, it is the way of godliness.

Judaism to me, as badly as I practiced it, what I've always loved about it was its total embrace of complexity, its admission of unknowability.

I wear a lot of second hand clothes unless I have a concert and then I wear beaded and sequined second hand clothes. No stylist dresses me although I do have a woman that assists me with the buttons.

I'm also pretty impressive when I'm shoving the neck of a lute into someone's chest cavity.

Some people can sometimes really invade your space and kind of never leave you alone.

I cling to depression, thinking it a form of truth.

In order to get somewhere in life, you need to have a vision. The vision brings you to the table. Without a vision, you just do what everybody else does and you are just there.

Convince yourself that everything is alright. Cause it already is.

Dutch in my ear, Olde E in my palm, I Freddy Krueger your face, Michael Myers your moms. You botherin mine? That's when I'm sparkin the nine.