Only if you reject all the other paths can you discover your own path.

In this world$$$ only the paranoid survive.

In an infinite universe$$$ anything that could be imagined might somewhere exist.

We need to accept the strangeness of things as they are.

Once you have had a wonderful dog$$$ a life without one$$$ is a life diminished.

Art is my life and my life is art.

The fact is: I no longer believe in my own infallibility. That is why I am lost.

The chief enemy of creativity is good sense.

As I've said many times before$$$ in the real world$$$ the A students often go to work for the C students--and the B students work for the government.

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?