Hell has a climate, but no situation. It lies in the spirit, and not in space.

In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.

Blood is that fragile scarlet tree we carry within us.

The artist, like the idiot or clown, sits on the edge of the world, and a push may send him over it.

The only difference between an artist and a lunatic is, perhaps, that the artist has the restraint or courtesy to conceal the intensity of his obsession from all except those similarly afflicted.

A golf course outside a big town serves an excellent purpose in that it segregates, as though a concentration camp, all the idle and idiot well-to-do.

Poetry is like fish: if it's fresh, it's good; if it's stale, it's bad; and if you're not certain, try it on the cat.

For Poetry is the wisdom of the blood,That scarlet tree within, which has the powerTo make dull words bud forth and burst in flower.

I have always said that if I were a rich man, I would employ a professional praiser.

Everywhere men have unlocked the prisoners within, and from under the disguising skins the apes have leapt joyfully out.

We attended stables, as we attended church, in our best clothes, thereby no doubt showing the degree of respect due to horses.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

We've become a nation of wolves, ruled by sheep.Owned by swine, overfed, and put to sleep.While the media elite declare what to think, I'll be wide awake, on the edge, and on the brink.

If we pick recognition over influence we'll be known for all the wrong stuff.

Capital creates space-time.

Rahm Emanuel is son of the devil’s spawn.

Be careful how you interpret the world: It is like that.

I'm kind of interested in visual communication. For me it's more about suggesting than arguing a point.

If your competitors start copying you then you are doing something right!

Oh, lighten up, Clark. I'm the one having scalding hot air directed at my genitals.

I should know, for I am Morgaine le Fay, priestess of the Isle of Avalon, where the ancient religion of the Mother Goddess is born.