I'm a fastidious sort of fellow, fond of watermelon and buckbrush nuts.
The world of employer and employee, like that of master and slave, debases both.
Humans were free before the word freedom became necessary.
The rich are not very nice. That's why they're rich.
The artist's job? To be a miracle worker: make the blind see, the dull feel, the dead to live.
Do I believe in ghosts? I believe in the ghosts that haunt the human mind.