“All games contain the idea of death.”

Let’s just say I was testing the bounds of reality…

That’s not saying that people shouldn’t keep trying to rebel against the facts of existence.

People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.

Someday, who knows, we might conquer death, disease and war.

We don’t plan theatrics. We hardly ever know which set we’ll play.

There’s the know. And there’s the unknown. And what separates the two is the door, and that’s what i wanta be. Ahh wanna be th’ dooooooooorrr.

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.

Trade is critical to us all – it ensures we have what we need to live, that the NHS gets the equipment it needs to save lives, and that developing countries can prosper.

It’s all about knowing the balance, because I like to remain somewhat of a mystery. You need to have that, you know what I mean?

If we can take young people who excel at the highest levels, put them on the same kind of pedestal as the all-state basketball player and the all-state football player, and begin to get the same kind of recognition, it will have a profound effect, and we are finding that it does.

Any writer of any worth at all hopes to play only a pocket-torch of light – and rarely, through genius, a sudden flambeau – into the bloody yet beautiful labyrinth of human experience, of being.

We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.

Dawn came on us like a betrayer; it seemed as though the new sun rose as an ally of our enemies to assist in our destruction.

Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.

All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God’s madmen too, the rest of the world.