Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.
The history of our era is the nauseating and repulsive history of the crucifixion of the procreative body for the glorification ofthe spirit.
Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.
When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.