Certainly it constitutes bad news if the people who agree with you are buggier than batshit.

I think great art should play a part in the ordinary man's life, don't you? It can make his existence so much richer and more meaningful.

It has been said of dreams that they are a 'controlled psychosis,' or, put another way, a psychosis is a dream breaking through during waking hours.

Sometimes I wish I knew how to go crazy. I forget how.

They wanted to have a good time, but they were like children playing in the street; they could see one after another of them being killed--run over, maimed, destroyed--but they continued to play anyhow.

How can justice fall victim, ever, to what is right?

Why does a man cry? he wondered. Not like a woman; not for that. Not for sentiment. A man cries over the loss of something, something alive. A man can cry over a sick animal that he knows won't make it. The death of a child: a man can cry for that. But not because things are sad. A man, he thought, cries not for the future or the past but for the present.