“I think life is perverse. It can be beautiful, but it won’t.”

If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in the library?

I personally think we developed language because of our deep need to complain.

Reality is the leading cause of stress among those in touch with it.

I always wondered why somebody doesn’t do something about that. Then I realized I was somebody.

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.

Growing up in Michigan was fine, until I realized where I was.

I still believe that sex is dirty. It’s just that now I wouldn’t have it any other way.

We have reason to believe that man first walked upright to free his hands for masturbation.

Language was invented because of the deep human need to complain.

Why is it that when we talk to God we’re said to be praying but when God talks to us we’re schizophrenic?

If you have a dog or a cat, you know how developed they can be. How sensitive, how aware. They suffer. We all do.

We don’t care. We don’t have to. We’re the phone company.

When I’ve had a meltdown, people will say to me, “Well, you failed to keep your sense of humor.”

You can’t expect insights, even the big ones, to make you suddenly understand everything. But I figure: Hey it’s a step in the right direction if they leave you confused in a deeper way.

The start to a better world is the belief that it is possible.

I try to be cynical, but it’s so hard to keep up.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Fire delight burning bright, full of beauty glimmering ruby.

All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.

Beautiful woman are like bees, stuck in their own honey.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.