The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.

It's like my whole life never happened, When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought. I know this dream, it might be crazy, But it's the only one I've got.

Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.

And it dawned on me that I might have to change my inner thought patterns... that I would have to start believing in possibilities that I wouldn't have allowed before, that I had been closing my creativity down to a very narrow, controllable scale... that things had become too familiar and I might have to disorientate myself. p.71

It was better to be in chains with friends than in a garden with strangers. [An ancient Persian proverb.] So true, huh?

What did I owe the rest of the world? Nothing.

every pleasure's got an edge of pain, pay your ticket and don't complain