- he's finished with that; it's like an old clock that won't tell time but won't stop neither, with the hands bent out of shape and the face bare of numbers and the alarm bell rusted silent, an old worthless clock that just keeps ticking and cuckooing without meaning nothing.

You can't really be strong until you see a funny side to things.

See with your ears and hear with your eyes.

But he won’t let the pain blot out the humor no more’n he’ll let the humor blot out the pain.

Man is certain of nothing but his ability to fail. It is the deepest faith we have, and the unbeliever- the blasphemer, the dissenter- will stimulate in us the most righteous of furies.

The frontiers we broke into in the '60s are still largely unexplored.

Ritual is necessary for us to know anything.