Those people who recognise that imagination is reality's master, we call sages, and those who act upon it, we call artists.

My life is not merely a public phenomenon, it is a solitary adventure as well.

You've heard of people calling in sick. You may have called in sick a few times yourself. But have you ever thought about calling in well? It'd go like this: You'd get the boss on the line and say, "Listen, I've been sick ever since I started working here, but today I'm well and I won't be in anymore." Call in well.

The brown paper bag is the only thing civilized man has produced that does not seem out of place in nature.

The more advertising I see, the less I want to buy.

Like the Arthurian years at Camelot, the Sixties constituted a breakthrough, a fleeting moment of glory, a time when a significant little chunk of humanity briefly realised its moral potential and flirted with its neurological destiny, a collective spiritual awakening that flared brilliantly until the barbaric and mediocre impulses of the species drew tight once more the curtains of darkness.

If little else, the brain is an educational toy.