He's the sort of guy that gets a laugh out of people.

But the more I read... after awhile... I begin to find they were all writing about the same thing, this same dull old here-today-gone-tomorrow scene... Shakespeare, Milton, Matthew Arnold, even Baudelaire, even this cat whoever he was that wrote Beowulf... the same scene for the same reasons and to the same end, whether it was Dante with his pit or Baudelaire with his pot... the same dull old scene...

Leary can get a part of my mind that's kind of rusted shut grinding again, just by being around him and talking.

This world… belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

I'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph.

See with your ears and hear with your eyes.

Ritual is necessary for us to know anything.