Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.

Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable.

To travel is very useful, it makes the imagination work, the rest is just delusion and pain. Our journey is entirely imaginary, which is its strength.

When you stop to examine the way in which our words are formed and uttered, our sentences are hard-put to it to survive the disaster of their slobbery origins.

Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.

The beginning of genius is being scared shitless.