Admittedly, I do have several bones... whole war fields full of bones, in fact... to pick with organised religion of whatever stripe. This should be seen as a critique of purely temporal agencies who have, to my mind, erected more obstacles between whatever notion of spirituality and Godhead one subscribes to than they have opened doors. To me, the difference between Godhead and the Church is the difference between Elvis and Colonel Parker... although that conjures images of God dying on the toilet, which is not what I meant at all.

Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life.

None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME.

We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.

In an era of stress and anxiety, when the present seems unstable and the future unlikely, the natural response is to retreat and withdraw from reality, taking recourse either in fantasies of the future or in modified visions of a half-imagined past.

Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images to achieve changes in consciousness

If I have to have a past, then I prefer it to be multiple choice.