Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaning it.

I am not my body. My body is nothing without me.

My mind gets into a verbal mode.

I've seldom minded other people's opinions, but the other side of that coin is that I've seldom been interested by them, um their opinions about me I mean.

The colours red, blue and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody.

It's the wanting to know that makes us matter.

the natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. strangely enough it all works out in the end... it's a mystery.