Of all the women he knew$$$ she had meant the most; and was the one person in his life he felt he had missed$$$ in some ways.

Ads are the cave art of the twentieth century.

Once you see the boundaries of your environment$$$ they are no longer the boundaries of your environment.

The bigger you build the bonfire$$$ the more darkness is revealed.

My technique is don't believe anything. If you believe in something$$$ you are automatically precluded from believing its opposite.

We have been to the moon$$$ we have charted the depths of the ocean and the heart of the atom$$$ but we have a fear of looking inward to ourselves because we sense that is where all the contradictions flow together.

I think people who create and write$$$ it actually does flow — just flows from into their head$$$ into their hand$$$ and they write it down. It's simple.

He was a thoroughly bad hat$$$ then$$$ but that was the kind$$$ of course$$$ that nice women broke their hearts over.

There are no new truths$$$ but only truths that have not been recognized by those who have perceived them without noticing.

There is no later. This is later.