I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, 'The Beatles did.

Ideas on earth were badges of friendship or enimity. Their content did not matter. Friends agreed with friends, in order to express friendliness. Enemies disagreed with enemies, in order to express enimity.

... humanity deserved to die horribly, since it had behaved so cruelly and wastefully on a planet so sweet.

And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?

We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different.

The two prime movers in the Universe are Time and Luck.

My special situation was that I was the son and grandson of architects. And so I saw building. We were building the city, and that was exciting.