If it turns out that physical death truly results in the absolute cessation of consciousness, then it would seem to me that in the grand truth of things, every human who has ever lived, who has not committed every minute of their lives toward an effort in finding a cure for mortality, has died as an utter and miserable failure.

Those who are offended by something are most often those who deserve to be offended by it.

The nobility which exists within any cause is to be found not in any achievement, but instead within the struggle.

The entire 'my art is better than your art' thing really gets under my skin. The fact of the matter is: Your art IS better than my art... at being what it is. So what? It just so happens that my art is better than your art, at being what it is.

Sanity can take one of only two forms: that of ignorance, or denial.

Keep the people ignorant and afraid and control and power becomes a detail - a self generating byproduct of the people's hysteria.

The curse of the intelligent man is that he will always find himself surrounded by the ignorant. The measure of the intelligent man is determined by his tolerance toward them.