Somewhere in the archives of crudest instinct is recorded the truth that it is better to be endangered and free than captive and comfortable.

In the beginning was the thing. And one thing led to another.

Actually, there are countless ways to live upon this tremorous sphere in mirth and good health, and probably only one way - the industrial, urbanized, herding way - to live here stupidly, and man has hit upon that one way.

First I think I was interested in the stories, and later on, I became more interested in the language itself, so the stories became almost secondary, but it was kind of a background music for my life.

Sounds travel through space long after their wave patterns have ceased to be detectable by the human ear: some cut right through the ionosphere and barrel on out into the cosmic heartland, while others bounce around, eventually being absorbed into the vibratory fields of earthly barriers, but in neither case does the energy succumb; it goes on forever - which is why we, each of us, should take pains to make sweet notes.

But do we know how to make love stay?' I can't even think about it. The best I can do is play it day by day.

It's personal freedom, not hundred dollar bills that lights the soul's cigar.