You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't. You get to decide what to worship.

I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it.

It can become an exercise in trying to get the reader to like and admire you instead of an exercise in creative art.

One of the things that makes Wittgenstein a real artist to me is that he realized that no conclusion could be more horrible than solipsism.

If your fidelity to perfectionism is too high, you never do anything.

I know I'm paranoid, but am I paranoid enough?

This might be one way to start talking about differences between the early postmodern writers of the fifties and sixties and their contemporary descendants.

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.

In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship.

In reality, there is no such thing as not voting: you either vote by voting, or you vote by staying home and tacitly doubling the value of some Diehard's vote.

Ironing boards are a classic example of something I find horrible about modern society: the excitementation, for want of a better word, of mundane things.

When I act I try to express the suffering or joy I've known during my lifetime.

You never devote yourself to a teacher. You devote yourself to the practice.

The display is the computer.

Sweet is the pleasure itself cannot spoil. Is not true leisure one with true toil?

Rhetoric in serious discourses is like the flowers in corn; pleasing to those who come only for amusement, but prejudicial to him who would reap profit from it.

It would have cost me more trouble to escape from injustice, than it does to submit to it.

No man can claim to usurp more than a few cubic feet of the audibilities of a public room. . . .

Jesus this song you wrote The words are sticking in my throat Peace on Earth Hear it every Christmas time But hope and history won't rhyme So what's it worth? This peace on Earth

Integrity... does not mean sinless, but it does describe a person who by God's grace "sin less."