There is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre.

But he is tired. He puts the pistol to his head again. He says, “I never asked to be born in the first place.

There was no immunity to cuckoo ideas on Earth.

We're here on Earth to fart around

I've got news for Mr. Santayana: we're doomed to repeat the past no matter what. That's what it is to be alive.

Just because we think we're so wonderful doesn't mean we really are. We could be really terrible animals and just never admit it because it would hurt so much.

It seems to me that the most universal revolutionary wish now or ever is a wish for heaven, a wish by a human being to be honored by angels for something other than beauty or usefulness.