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

The world is a wonderfully weird place, consensual reality is significantly flawed, no institution can be trusted, certainty is a mirage, security a delusion, and the tyranny of the dull mind forever threatens -- but our lives are not as limited as we think they are, all things are possible, laughter is holier than piety, freedom is sweeter than fame, and in the end it's love and love alone that really matters.

And what would our ideas of God, of religion, be like if they had come to us through the minds of women? Ever think of that?

To achieve the impossible; it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.

Me? I stand for uncertainty, insecurity, bad taste, fun, and things that go boom in the night.

I'm probably more interested in sentences than anything else in life.

Listen, I've been sick ever since I started working here, but today I'm well and I won't be in anymore.