You exist only in what you do.

I think television has betrayed the meaning of democratic speech, adding visual chaos to the confusion of voices. What role does silence have in all this noise?

God may not play dice but he enjoys a good round of Trivial Pursuit every now and again.

I never make moral judgments; I'm not qualified to do so. I am not a censor, a priest, or a politician.

It's easier to be faithful to a restaurant than it is to a woman.

Objects and their functions no longer had any significance. All I perceived was perception itself, the hell of forms and figures devoid of human emotion and detached from the reality of my unreal environment. I was an instrument in a virtual world that constantly renewed its own meaningless image in a living world that was itself perceived outside of nature. And since the appearance of things was no longer definitive but limitless, this paradisiacal awareness freed me from the reality external to myself. The fire and the rose, as it were, became one.

It is only when I am doing my work that I feel truly alive.