“All games contain the idea of death.”

We’re reaching for death on the end of a candle We’re trying for something that’s already found us

Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you?

All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.

Sometimes we worked out in Venice, looking at the surf. We were together a lot and it was good times for all of us. Acid, sun, friends, the ocean, and poetry and music.

There’s nothing wrong with being a large mammal.

When you make your peace with authority, you become authority.

Is everybody in?… Is everybody in?… Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin…

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.

I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.

All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.

You’ve seen your birth, your life and death. You might recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom…

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.

I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps “Oh look at that!” Then – whoosh, and I’m gone… and they’ll never see anything like it ever again… and they won’t be able to forget me – ever.

And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it – they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.

In all activities of life, the secret of efficiency lies in an ability to combine two seemingly incompatible states: a state of maximum activity and a state of maximum relaxation.

The man dies in all those that keep silent.

There is a reason why all things are as they are.

Nature is none other than God in all things. Animals and plants are living effects of Nature; Whence all of God is in all things.

I used to reenact ‘Titanic’ all the time.

We’re on the computers, phones and tablets all day long, sometimes you just need to escape from the screens.

Divinity reveals herself in all things.

All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. Our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.