I've always thought that anyone who needs to join a herd so badly must be a bit of a sheep himself.

He didn't know whether we created God in our own image or whether God created us without quite knowing what he was doing. He believed that God, or whatever brought us here, lives in each of our deeds, in each of our words, and manifests himself in all those things that show us to be more than mere figures of clay.

A good friend once told me that the problems are like cockroaches. If drawn to light, they'll get scared.

Television is the Antichrist, and I can assure you after only three or four generations, people will no longer even know how to fart on their own and humans will return to medieval savagery and to the general state of imbecility that slugs overcame back in the Pleistocene era. Our world will not die as a result of the bomb...it will die of laughter, of banality, of making a joke of everything and a lousy joke at that.

Contrary to what you believe, the earth does not revolve around the desires of your crotch.

I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I'm the stranger.

It's curious how easy it is to tell a piece of paper what you don't dare say to someone's face.