What we have here is an unexpected touchdown on the runway of the heart.

When a man confines an animal in a cage, he assumes ownership of that animal. But an animal is an individual; it cannot be owned. When a man tries to own an individual, whether that individual be another man, an animal or even a tree, he suffers the psychic consequences of an unnatural act.

In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak.

The truth, from my perspective, is that the world, indeed, is ending - and is also being reborn. It's been doing that all day, every day, forever.

Outlaws, like lovers, poets, and tubercular composers who cough blood onto piano keys, do their finest work in the slippery rays of the moon.

But the center can be a harmful place for one who has lived so long on the edge.... Normality is the Great Neurosis of civilization.

Maybe most people were fundamentally contradictory. The real people at any rate.