It's not up to me ... to make the world consistent.
One must bear in mind the odd angle or slant that the rays of love have to take in order to reach a heart like mine.
In expressing love we belong among the undeveloped countries.
I am moneys medium. It passes through me- taxes, insurance, mortgage, child support, rent, legal fees. All this dignified blundering costs plenty.
"What do women want?" "They eat green salad and drink human blood."
All human accomplishment has this same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination! It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!