To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.

Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.

Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.

When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.

Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.

Joy came always after pain.

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

I don't want to work. I want to smoke.

Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.

I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.

My heart pounded annoyingly in my ears, and it was getting harder to stay focused. I'd almost gotten trapped in here, and now I'd come back. Sometimes I did have truly terrible ideas.

You either WIN or you LEARN. Either way, you WIN!

Writing is not for me. I completely lose my sense of humor when I write. I become extremely pathetic, very sensational. Images give me possibilities that I don't have with words.

Sir, I wish to understand the true principles of the Government. I wish them carried out. I ask nothing more.

If you want to be the best, Work hardier than the rest. If you don't want to be the best, Just work like the rest.

I really think I'm at the top of my game right now, and I have the tools that I've learned over the years, so I feel really good about what I'm doing onstage now.

In England, it's thought to be morally suspect to worry about what your surroundings look like.

Perhaps you should compile your Perl with long doubles one of these megaseconds.

The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.

Why you do something is always kind of a mystery to me.