I am a cat. As yet I have no name

Some say that life has no form, that it is extremely diffuse. I think I can agree with them. ... A life without conclusions is painful.

An artist is a person who lives in the triangle which remains after the angle which we may call common sense has been removed from this four-cornered world.

The artist, even when he imitates nature, always feels himself to be not a slave but a demigod.

Loneliness is the price we have to pay for being born in this modern age, so full of freedom, independence, and our own egotistical selves.

Into the field of Yellow flowers The red setting sun!

From this observed behavior a major psychological truth about this race of forked destroyers may be deduced: that, just as nature abhors a vacuum, "mankind abhors equality."

On a charcoal kiln a vine keeps climbing, while being burned to death.

It's him, I feel it.

A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend, one human soul whom we can trust utterly, who knows the best and worst of us, and who loves us in spite of all our faults.

He felt changed, but there was no one to tell.

This is a very violent place to live, the Earth, and we're a very violent species. Cain is still killing Abel. We see that every day.

Mothers." The man made a word sound like a curse. "I think birthing does something to your minds. You are all mad.

I always wanted to be a rock'n'roll star.

The basis of effective government is public confidence.

...The world wouldn't be the world, without trouble.

I just don't fit into the box.

Most musicians count at the beginning, and never count and talk to their musicians after that. They only talk to them at the end of the song. But I would count with them and talk.