Say I feel all sad and self-indulgent, then get stung by a wasp, my misery feels quite abstract and I long just to be in spiritual pain once more - 'damn you tiny assassin, clad in yellow and black, how I crave my former innocence where melancholy was my only trial'.

As a person I'm a little more doubtful, introspective and analytical.

I enjoyed having a reputation as being wild, but these days I try not to worry about what people think in the privacy of their own brain or what they write in the bizarre publicity of their own newspapers, because all of those things are meaningless.

See all these buildings, Russell? All these buildings were once a drawing on a piece of paper, and before that they were an idea in someone’s head. Any idea that you have, you can make manifest.

If you're a drug addict, then you've always got drugs, so you're a criminal. So you're gonna get into problems.

A personality for the incredibly beautiful can be a pointless cargo.

Consciousness exists beyond your head, between our heads, and it can manifest harmony.