In an expanding universe, time is on the side of the outcast. Those who once inhabited the suburbs of human contempt find that without changing their address they eventually live in the metropolis.

England is very dreary, but I'm a people person.

If you live in America, you don't have to work. You can just drift along in the smiling and nodding racket.

You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.

I recommend limiting one's involvement in other people's lives to a pleasantly scant minimum.

I can't remember ever having a tragic demeanor. Although my life was tragedy.

It may be true that artists adopt a flamboyant appearance, but it's also true that people who look funny get stuck with the arts.