There is nothing like early promiscuous sex for dispelling life's bright mysterious expectations.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

Art is not cozy and it is not mocked. Art tells the only truth that ultimately matters. It is the light by which human things can be mended. And after art there is, let me assure you all, nothing.

Music relates sound and time and so pictures the ultimate edges of human commmunications.

... half the world starves. What a planet. And the eating, if you're lucky enough to do any. Stuffing pieces of dead animals into a hole in your face. Then munch, munch, munch. If there's anybody watching, they must be dying of laughter.

Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.

Words are the most subtle symbols which we possess and our human fabric depends on them.