Language comes first. It's not that language grows out of consciousness, if you haven't got language, you can't be conscious.

Things are tough all over, cupcake, an' it rains on the just an' the unjust alike...except in California.

It's early days. A few skeletons are bound to keep jumping out of the closet.

Ideas, unlike solid structures, do not perish. They remain immortal, immaterial and everywhere, like all Divine things. Ideas are a golden, savage landscape that we wander unaware, without a map. Be careful: in the last analysis, reality may be exactly what we think it is.

Art makes us feel less alone. It makes us think: somebody else has thought this, somebody else has had these feelings.

You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.

The superman exists and he's American.