Knowledge, like air, is vital to life. Like air, no one should be denied it.

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

My experience of life is that it is not divided up into genres; it’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you're lucky.

Please! Don't all leave. Somebody has to do it, don't you see? Somebody has to save the world.

The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences.

A lot of the critique of our growing mechanization was actually at its strongest, and arguably at its most perceptive, during the late '60s.

I've come to think that the universe is a four-dimensional site in which nothing is changing and nothing is moving. The only thing that is moving along the time axis is our consciousness. The past is still there, the future has always been here. Every moment that has existed or will ever exist is all part of this giant hyper-moment of space-time.