Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of 'the rat race' is not yet final.

The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.

Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination.

Human beings are the only creatures on earth that claim a God and the only thing that behaves like it hasn't got one.

Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.

America... just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.

So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.

I want to prove that if you write in strict meter and rhyme about subjects people care about, they will buy poetry.

Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.

Chic is a convent for unloved women.

At a certain point the audience shouldn't worry about catching every word and understanding every twist and turn, because at a certain point that's pretty much impossible.

Happiness is a man's greatest achievement; it is the response of his total personality to a productive orientation toward himself and the world outside.

If one judges love according to the greatest part of the effects it produces, it would appear to resemble rather hatred than kindness.

Zimbabwe, once the breadbasket of Africa, is now its dust bowl.

A lie is the abandonment and, as it were, the annihilation of the dignity by man.

Permanent success cannot be achieved except by incessant intellectual labour, always inspired by the ideal.

Books are a triviality. Life alone is great.