How strange that the world should change because of words, and words change because of the world

It seems that everyone has their own inexplicable fear to have nightmares about. We need nightmares to keep ourselves entertained, and fend off the contentment that we all fear and abhor so much.

We should care for each other more than we care for ideas, or else we will end up killing each other.

It's stupid to claim that one human being is special, or picked out by God, when in fact there are hundreds of millions of human beings in the world, and God knows how many millions of people long dead who have been lost to history, all of whom were probably special to someone.

Like many men, I am not ashamed to admit that my principal joys are domestic. I love cooking, and I love looking after my children. Indeed, the times that I have with them are the only ones when I feel unconditionally happy.

God is an oppressor, He is incapable of human sympathy; behind a smiling face He hides an evil heart.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.