On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.

It is a great privilege to be conscious in this universe. Those who understand, shine like stars.

Creativity has a touch of the bizarre

Mystics are all a bit funny in the head anyway," the priest added cynically, "which is why the church locks them all up in mental hospitals and euphemistically calls these institutions monasteries.

My own opinion is that belief is the death of intelligence. As soon as one believes a doctrine of any sort, or assumes certitude, one stops thinking about that aspect of existence.

Mind is a tool invented by the universe to see itself; but it can never see all of itself, for much the same reason that you can't see your own back (without mirrors).

There's a great universe just next door.