Impossible; for how many people did you know who refracted your own light to you?

Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.

To sum it all up, if you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must write dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next.

Facts are not interesting to me.

Hello!" He said hello and then said, "What are you up to now?" "I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it. "I don't think I'd like that," he said. "You might if you tried." "I never have." She licked her lips. "Rain even tastes good." "What do you do, go around trying everything once?" he asked. "Sometimes twice.

Don't think about things, just do them; don't predict them, just make them.

I have total recall. I remember being born. I remember being in the womb, I remember being inside. Coming out was great.