I always thought that as long as man is mortal, he will never be relaxed.
I'm afraid of the dark,and suspicious of the light.
[...] I've come to the conclusion that the artist can not justify life or come up with a cogent reason as to why life is meaningful, but the artist can provide you with a cold glass of water on a hot day.
I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead - not sick, not wounded - dead.
The heart is a very, very resilient little muscle. It really is.
Is world peace possible or is the human race too innately aggressive? For instance: Have you ever seen women at a sample sale?