everything is ambiguous. It's exciting, in a way, if you can tolerate ambiguity. I can't, but I'm taking a course where it's taught, in the hope of acquiring the skill. It's called Modern Living, and you get no credit.

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

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

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

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

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

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