“I don’t remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.”

People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.

Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed.

Knowledge without follow – through is worse than no knowledge.

Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum.

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn’t a nightmare.

Time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.

There is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you she makes ready to destroy.

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

Life’s as kind as you let it be.

There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock.

Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors.

The bed was the canvas, we were the art.

I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.

And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

Keep a note pad and pencil on your bedside table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 A.M.

My bedroom is my sanctuary. It’s like a refuge, and it’s where I do a fair amount of designing – at least conceptually, if not literally.

Now the two primal Spirits, who reveal themselves in vision as Twins, are the Better and the Bad, in thought and word and action. Between these two the wise ones chose aright; the foolish not so.

My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.