I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.

Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.

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.

Activity does not necessarily mean life. Quasars are active. And a monk meditating is not inanimate.

Sometimes one must try anything, it is no disgrace. On the contrary, it is a sign of wisdom.

The true measure of a man is not his intelligence or how high he rises in this freak establishment. No, the true measure of a man is this: how quickly can he respond to the needs of others and how much of himself he can give.

Giving me a a new idea is like handing a cretin a gun, but I do thank you anyhow, bang bang.