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

You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning 'til dee sun come up.

Don't confuse symmetry with balance.

The ultimate end of any ideology is totalitarianism.

The enemy is every expert who practices technocratic manipulation, the enemy is every proponent of standardization and the enemy is every victim who is so dull and lazy and weak as to allow himself to be manipulated and standardized.

Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is sign on as its accomplice.

Something has got to hold it together. I'm saying my prayers to Elmer, the Greek god of glue.