Well, while I'm here I'll do the work — and what's the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow.

Scientist alone is true poet he gives us the moon he promises the stars he'll make us a new universe if it comes to that.

The fact to which we have got to cling, as to a lifebelt, is that it is possible to be a normal decent person and yet be fully alive.

It's time we did something to assert ourselves. After all, we do comprise 10% of the population.

So I had a choice between going to a jail or going to a bughouse like a nice young middle-class student. So I chose to go to a very polite mental hospital. When I left eight months later, they said, 'You were never psychotic. You were just an average neurotic.'

I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.

what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination