Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely.

The Here-and-Now demands attention, is more present to us. We dismiss the inner world of our ideas as less important, although most of our immediate physical reality originated only in the mind. The TV, sofa, clock and room, the whole civilisation that contains them once were nothing save ideas.

Authority allows two roles: the torturer and the tortured. Twists people into joyless mannequins that fear and hate, while culture plunges into the abyss.

I'm not a particularly dark individual. I have my moments, it's true, but I do have a sense of humor.

If the audience knew what they wanted then they wouldn't be the audience, they would be the artist.

You see, there's the way things seemed and then there's the way things were and one is so often the total reverse of the other.

Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament.