We are not strangers to ourselves, we only try to be.

The recognition of pain and fear in others give rise in us to pity, and in our pity is our humanity, our redemption.

Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty; we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

I have avoided becoming stale by putting a little water on the plate, lying on the plate, and having myself refreshed in a toaster oven for 23 minutes once every month.

What we do as a society is seek simple answers.

Besides, I can't get to where I want to go by conscious or unconscious suicide. I've got my strange little life to lead. Leading it the best I can - that's how I buy the ticket to where I want to be.