If knowledge isn't self-knowledge it isn't doing much, mate. Is the universe expanding? Is it contracting? Is it standing on one leg and singing 'When Father Painted the Parlour'? Leave me out. I can expand my universe without you. 'She walks into beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies, and all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes.

In England the rich own the poor and the men own the women.

A movie camera is like having someone you have a crush on watching you from afar - you pretend it's not there.

Words, words. They're all we have to go on.

Eternity's a terrible thought. I mean, where's it all going to end?

I will take his secret to the grave, telling people I meet on the way.

The idea that all the people locked up in mental hospitals are sane while all the people walking about are mad is merely a literary cliche, put about by people who should be locked up. I assure you there is not much in it. Taken as a whole, the sane are out there the sick are in here. For example you are in here because you have delusions that sane people are put in mental hospitals.