I don't think any of us grew up into the world we were hoping for or expecting.

I don’t distinguish between magic and art. When I got into magic, I realised I had been doing it all along, ever since I wrote my first pathetic story or poem when I was twelve or whatever. This has all been my magic, my way of dealing with it.

Why do we argue? Life's so fragile, a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing.

With science, ideas can germinate within a bed of theory, form, and practice that assists their growth... But we as gardeners, must beware... for some seeds are the seeds of ruin... and the most iridescent blooms are often the most dangerous

Since mankind's dawn, a handful of oppressors have accepted the responsibility over our lives that we should have accepted for ourselves. By doing so, they took our power. By doing nothing, we gave it away. We've seen where their way leads, through camps and wars, towards the slaughterhouse.

Authority, when first detecting chaos at its heels, will entertain the vilest schemes to save its orderly facade.

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