The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences.

If we loved Steve Aylett, really loved him in the way that he deserves, a selfless love that genuinely wanted nothing save his happiness and comfort, we'd lobotomise him.

There's a notion I'd like to see buried: the ordinary person. Ridiculous. There is no ordinary person.

In the human mind, the number of possible connections that can be made between neurons greatly exceeds the number of atoms in the universe.

You can’t buy that kind of empowerment. To just know that as far as you are aware, you have not got a price; that there is not an amount of money large enough to make you compromise even a tiny bit of principle that, as it turned out, would make no practical difference anyway. I’d advise everyone to do it, otherwise you’re going to end up mastered by money and that’s not a thing you want ruling your life.

I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

I've never studied anything formally. I was excluded from school at the age of 17, so I am an autodidact, which is a word that I have taught myself.