Who imprisoned me here? Who keeps me here? Who can release me? Who's controlling and constraining my life except...me?

Roses are red Violets are blue Everything's possible Nothing is true.

Love doesn't have a point. Love is the point.

If you're using sex to sell sneakers, then you're not just selling sneakers, you're selling sex as well, and you're contributing to the sexual temperature of society.

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

My dear, beautiful and imaginative things can be destroyed. Beauty and imagination cannot.

The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him... [from Macbeth]