People come to New York City because they want something different... now, people are just getting the sterilized version of that.

Everything which helps us to exist is holy! And a tree is holiest of the holy for us!

Why is it that every time a girl says a guy is bothering her, it's fluffed off with oh, he just likes you, as if that makes it okay?

About a third of my cases are suffering from no clinically definable neurosis, but from the senselessness and emptiness of their lives. This can be defined as the general neurosis of our times.

I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else.

I am thankful that thorns have roses.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.

The fact that all of us die anyway (the rumor turns out to be true) is a mere detail in the celestial glow of imagination. The artist's eyes destroy death.

I do not quote from the scriptures; I simply see what I see.

You know, up until later on today, I never really knew how to drink.