You don't do art for any other reason than to help your soul grow.

True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.

There is a tragic flaw in our precious constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.

He didn't look like a soldier at all. He looked like a filthy flamingo.

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.

Perhaps I am the turtle, able to live simply anywhere, even underwater for short periods, with my home on my back.

About astrology and palmistry: they are good because they make people vivid and full of possibilities. They are communism at its best. Everybody has a birthday and almost everybody has a palm.

We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

I'm not afraid of you!' The wombat yelled. 'I saw you get stuck in the washing machine once. Round and round you went! Who's afraid of something that can't defeat a rinse cycle?

The thing is, though, that some of these people are my age, right? And I didn't know them. I didn't know Susan Sarandon. I mean, I'd seen her.

When a creature has developed into one thing, he will choose death rather than change into his opposite.

Things keep their secrets.

Those who cross the sea, change sky, but not soul.

If our system continues without modification involving environmental and social concern, we will face an economic and social break down.

Among all his creatures in heaven or earth, God hath not made any like unto the sun in the firmament, the beams whereof are beautiful and pleasant, and do give comfort in all places to all things.

I'd rather make one righteous dollar on my level Than make a million dollars spittin' rhymes for the devil.

I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands." "They're not empty now.

My way to combat anything is just to walk straight into it with my fists up.