Evil is the voltage of good; the urge to goodness, without the potential of evil, is trivial.

Being, I imagine, must be very simple. It is Becoming which is so messy and which I am all for.

All I can say is that laughter is my music; I would deeply suspect an argument which hadn't laughter.

I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.

You can understand why a system would seek information - but why in hell does it offer information? Why do we strive to be understood? Why is a refusal to accept communication so painful?

Man is an animal whose dreams come true and kill him.

Absolutes are absolutely dangerous.