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

I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.

The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.

There's no such thing as quitting. Just sometimes there's a longer pause between relapses.

As I see it, part of the art of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.

I'm remote from most technology to the point that I'm kind of Amish.

Our environments shape the way we see ourselves. If you have been condemned to live in an area that is pretty evidently a rat-run, then sooner or later you're gonna come to the conclusion that you're a rat.