It is amazing that when someone else spouts the nonsense you yourself believe you can readily perceive it as nonsense

It really seems to me that in the midst of great tragedy, there is always the horrible possibility that something terribly funny will happen.

I'm a strange person. Sometimes I hardly know what I'm going to do or say next. Sometimes I seem a stranger to myself. Sometimes what I do surprises me and I can't understand why I do it.

Each of us assumes everyone else knows what he is doing. They all assume we know what we are doing. We don't.

Either I've invented a whole new logic or, ahem, I'm not playing with a full deck.

Reality is just a point of view.

In a nutshell-I fear authority but at the same time I resent it-the authority and my own fear. So I rebel.