With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty.

In order to be able to make it, you have to put aside the fear of failing and the desire of succeeding. You have to do these things completely and purely without fear, without desire. Because things that we do without lust of result are the purest actions we shall ever take.

In the sixties, for anybody to suggest that the government didn't have our best interests at heart and policemen sometimes killed people would have automatically made them a radical firebrand lefty. That's not the case anymore.

How can two people hate so much without knowing each other?

I think that we need mythology. We need a bedrock of story and legend in order to live our lives coherently.

I increasingly fear that nothing good can come of almost any adaptation, and obviously that's sweeping. There are a couple of adaptations that are perhaps as good or better than the original work. But the vast majority of them are pointless.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.