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

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

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

It's expectation that differentiates you from the dead.

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.

You can always trust information given you by people who are crazy; they have an access to truth not available through regular channels.

Life is like a great jazz riff. You sense the end the very moment you were wanting it to go on forever.