Real data is messy. ...It's all very noisy out there. Very hard to spot the tune. Like a piano in the next room, it's playing your song, but unfortunately it's out of whack, some of the strings are missing, and the pianist is tone deaf and drunk- I mean, the noise! Impossible!

What a fine persecution—to be kept intrigued without ever quite being enlightened.

My work always tried to unite the true with the beautiful; but when I had to choose one or the other, I usually chose the beautiful.

If enough things that are untrue are said about you, no one will know what really is true.

Suicide is no more than a trick played on the calendar.

I should have the courage of my lack of convictions.

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.