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.

Survival is not important. What matters is how you survive.

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

What is politics, after all, but the compulsion to preside over property and make other peoples' decisions for them?

Hard times and funky living can season the soul, true enough, but joy is the yeast that makes it rise.

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.

Get yourself in that intense state of being next to madness. Keep yourself in, not necessarily a frenzied state, but in a state of great intensity. The kind of state you would be in before going to bed with your partner. That heightened state when you're in a carnal embrace: time stops and nothing else matters. You should always write with an erection. Even if you're a woman.