The moment you start dividing thought and feeling, the ratio of sinitive from the intuitive, you're dead. There is no difference between emotion and thought. You can be unreasonable.

When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself.

The good parts are the people who don't make do. They're the interesting people. Lear doesn't make do.

Always a bridesmaid never a bride my foot!

Question: How do you know you're God? Answer: Simple. When I pray to him, I find I'm talking to myself.

And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.

George Eliot is my only steady girlfriend. We go to bed together every night.