Birth and death were easy. It was life that was hard.

On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges.

Never underestimate how much assistance, how much satisfaction, how much comfort, how much soul and transcendence there might be in a well-made taco and a cold bottle of beer.

You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning 'til dee sun come up.

Death is impatient and thoughtless. It barges into your room when you are right in the middle of something, and it doesn't bother to wipe its boots.

She continued weeping until the heat of her tear water, the sheer velocity of its flow, finally obscured the already vague circumstances of its origins.

salvation is for the feeble, that's what I think. I don't want salvation, I want life, all of life, the miserable as well as the superb.

There is a comfort in conformity, a security in control, that is appealing. There is a thrill in domination, and we are all secretly attracted to violence.

All dreams continue in the beyond.

If you want your tree to produce plenty o' fruit, you've got to cut it back from time to time. Same thing with your neural cells. Some people might call it brain damage. I call it prunin'.

Gods and men create one another, destroy one another, though by different means.

To live a wonderful life, be curious and impregnate your thoughts with kindness, compassion, and pure love.

Your choices are made in a moment, and yet their consequences transcend a lifetime.

She guarded herself like a secret.

Our life is a loan received from death with sleep as the daily interest on this loan.

Many people have accused me of having a romantic view, whereas I personally I feel sorry for those who have lost romance in their lives.

To acheive happiness, we should make certain that we are never without an important goal.

Creativity is the ability to see and to respond.

Beautiful things are different.

I stand on principle where many people stand on money.

Both hurting and happiness make me feel more alive, but as I get older it seems that hurting's the low hanging fruit. So I pick it.