So the fact that I’m me and no one else is one of my greatest assets. Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent.

You know, the usual story. Once upon a time I was playing my harp by a spring when a fairy appeared out of nowhere, handed me a Beretta Model 92, and told me to shoot the white rabbit over there for target practice.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.

There are symbolic dreams-- dreams that symbolize some reality. Then there are symbolic realities -- realities that symbolize a dream. Symbols are what you might call the honorary town councillors of the worm universe. In the worm universe, there is nothing unusual about a dairy cow seeking a pair of pliers. A cow is bound to get her pliers sometime. It has nothing to do with me.

And her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind.

Start making excuses and there's no end to it. I can't live that kind of life.

What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.