Although I knew enough Freud to believe that the sex urge was an important mainspring of life, it still seemed to me that any conscious manifestation of sex was necessarily ludicrous. Defecation and copulation were two activities which made a human being totally ridiculous. At least the former could be conducted in private, but the latter by definition demanded a partner. I discovered, though, that whenever I ventured this opinion, people took it as a joke.

Illness reduces man to his basic state: a cloaca in which the chemical processes continue. The meaningless hegemony of the involuntary.

If you don't know why you like a thing, it is usually worth your while to attempt to find out.

Since the world began has any man ever been able to know what would happen tomorrow? The world of men is today. I'm asking you to open your heart today. Tomorrow belongs to Allah.

How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

There is a way to master silence Control its curves, inhabit its dark corners And listen to the hiss of time outside

How fragile we are under the sheltering sky. Behind the sheltering sky is a vast dark universe, and we're just so small.