Some of my best friends are illusions. Been sustaining me for years.

The freeway is the last frontier. It is unsurpassed as a training ground for the sharpening of survival skills.

Ghetto humor is the social twin of fantasy; together they sustain the powerless, who accomplish miracles through illusion.

If you have enough fantasies, you're ready, in the event that something happens.

It's unbelievable the primitive feelings that are aroused by rapid change.

The trouble with going crazy is that you have to go around making it up to everyone afterwards. It seems they should be making something up to you.

Inner resources are like natural resources; they both dry up eventually when the demands on them are heavy.