Just let them sit in the goddam sun. But the world won't let them because there's nothing more dangerous than letting old farts sit in the sun. They might be thinking. Same thing with kids. Keep 'em busy or they might start thinking.

Your mind is a treasure house that you should stock well and it's the one part of you the world can't interfere with.

The English wouldn't give you the steam of their piss.

I don't know what it means and I don't care because it's Shakespeare and it's like having jewels in my mouth when I say the words.

I had to get rid of any idea of hell or any idea of the afterlife. That's what held me, kept me down. So now I just have nothing but contempt for the institution of the church.

Sing your song. Dance your dance. Tell your tale.

After a full belly all is poetry.