You'll be surprised how infinitely merciful they [these tablets] are. The prescription number is 96814. I think of it as the telephone number of God!

Personal lyricism is the outcry of prisoner to prisoner from the cell in solitary where each is confined for the duration of his life.

The human animal is a beast that dies but the fact that he’s dying don’t give him pity for others.

It is only in his work that an artist can find reality and satisfaction, for the actual world is less intense than the world of his invention and consequently his life, without recourse to violent disorder, does not seem very substantial. The right condition for him is that in which his work in not only convenient but unavoidable.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.

The only unforgivable sin is deliberate cruelty.