It's odd how violence and humor so often go together, isn't it?

Merely to live without a pain Is little gladness, little gain, Ah, welcome joy tho' mixt with grief-- The thorn-set flower that crowns the leaf.

You have to live to really know things, my love

Artists recognize other artists as soon as the pencil begins to move.

Human beings have only that confusing mass of chemically driven neurological storage to rely on. They're all subjective and emotion-tinged. How can they trust any of their memories?

If there is a true religion in the universe, it must include the truth of contact or be forever hollow.

As for the depiction of the Catholic church, it's not meant to be a prediction