You should never hesitate to trade your cow for a handful of magic beans.

O tequila, savage water of sorcery, what confusion and mischief your sly, rebellious drops do generate

The inability to correctly perceive reality is often responsible for humans' insane behavior. And every time they substitute an all-purpose, sloppy slang word for the words that would accurately describe an emotion or a situation, it lowers their reality orientations, pushes them farther from shore, out onto the foggy waters of alienation and confusion.

If love eats the donut, does time eat the hole?

Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.

You are an ignorant schoolgirl. You think civilization is a good thing.

I want to travel on a train that smells like snowflakes. I want to sip in cafes that smell like comets. Under the pressure of my step, I want the streets to emit the precise odor of a diamond necklace. I want the newspapers I read to smell like the violins left in pawnshops by weeping hobos on Christmas Eve. I want to carry luggage that reeks of the neurons in Einstein's brain. I want a city's gases to smell like the golden belly hairs of the gods. And when I gaze at a televised picture of the moon, I want to detect, from a distance of 239,000 miles, the aroma of fresh mozzarella.