When we accept bad art because it's good politics, we're killing the swan to feed the chickens.

At birth, we emerge from dream soup. At death, we sink back into dream soup. In between soups, there is a crossing of dry land. Life is a portage.

Meet me in Cognito, baby. In Cognito, we'll have nothing to hide.

Would you complain because a beautiful sunset doesn't have a future or a shooting star a payoff? And why should romance 'lead anywhere'? Passion isn't a path through the woods. Passion is the woods.

I like travelers, but I don't like tourists. The difference is that travelers don't shop and they don't play golf.

And who ever said the world was fair, little lady? Maybe death is fair, but certainly not life. We must accept the unfairness as proof of the sublime flux of existence, the capricious music of the universe- and go on about our tasks

Survival is not important. What matters is how you survive.