Redheads are said to be children of the moon, thwarted by the sun and addicted to sex and sugar.

Alone, the world offers itself freely to us. To be unmasked, it has no choice.

Reality is contradictory. And it's paradoxical. If there's any one word -- if you had to pick one word to describe the nature of the universe -- I think that word would be paradox. That's true at the subatomic level, right through sociological, psychological, philosophical levels on up to cosmic levels.

Dreams don't come true. Dreams are true.

Usually, autobiography is such an indulgence of the ego.

The moon invented natural rhythm. Civilization uninvented it.

Whatever goes wrong can be used to your advantage, providing it goes wrong enough.