I will not be a common man. I will stir the smooth sands of monotony.

I can't stand light. I hate weather. My idea of heaven is moving from one smoke-filled room to another.

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.

I woke up one morning to find I was famous. I bought a white Rolls-Royce and drove down Sunset Boulevard, wearing dark specs and a white suit, waving like the Queen Mum.

There are only two things one has to bear in mind. One has to be credulous - able to believe - and skeptical - able to not believe, because if you are not skeptical, you will believe rubbish. If you are not credulous you will learn nothing and the only way to balance those two is to recognize the mystery of things.

I did quite enjoy the days when one went for a beer at one's local in Paris and woke up in Corsica.

I am human, all too bloody human.