I have always been a romantic, one of those people who believes that a woman in pink circus tights contains all the secrets of the universe.

I do not know why the dead do not come back to life. Perhaps death is so wonderful, in ways we cannot comprehend, that they prefer it over and above their friends and loved ones, although I am inclined to doubt that be the case.

Logic only gives man what he needs... Magic gives him what he wants.

Purpose! Purposes are for animals with a hell of a lot more dignity than the human race! Just hop on that strange torpedo and ride it to wherever it's going.

But say you've inflated your soul to the size of a beach ball and it's soaking into the Mystery like wine into a mattress. What have you accomplished? Well, long term, you may have prepared yourself for a successful metamorphosis, an almost inconceivable transformation to be precipitated by your death or by some great worldwide eschatological whoopjamboreehoo. You may have. No one can say for sure.

You know what the game of golf is, don't you? It's basketball for people who can't jump and chess for people who can't think.

You don't have to be a genius to recognize one. If you did, Einstein would never have gotten invited to the White House.