I’ve never really cared much about money. I’ve got enough to live on. And it’s not like I live in a fancy house, it’s not like I own a car, and it’s not like I ever go on holiday.
I’d prefer to include sex scenes alongside the adventure scenes and everyday-life scenes, as if they were all part of the same thing. Which of course they are. Sex is not discrete from the rest of our existence.
Rather than being able to have a healthy relationship with our own sexual imagination, we’re driven into some dark corners by shame and embarrassment and guilt, and those dark corners breed all sorts of monsters.
I don’t like to go to conventions, and I don’t like to relate to people on a level of hero worship, because there’s no real communication going on there.
If you’re using sex to sell sneakers, then you’re not just selling sneakers, you’re selling sex as well, and you’re contributing to the sexual temperature of society.
Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor... I am Pagliacci.
I sat on the bed. I looked at the Rorschach blot. I tried to make it look like a spreading tree, shadows pooled beneath it, but it didn’t. It looked more like a dead cat I once found, the fat, glistening grubs writhing blindly, squirming over each other, frantically tunneling away from the light. But even that isn’t the real horror. The horror is this: in the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness.
I heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Life seems harsh, and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world. Doctor says: “Treatment is simple. The great clown – Pagliacci – is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. “But doctor... ” he says “I am Pagliacci.” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.
You must understand that knowledge is not all your heritage. I includes also courage and belief, like hers that we commemorate herein... and romance. Always, always romance.
Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all that we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch, we are free... An inch; it is small, and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away; we must never let them take it from us.
I am tired of this world, these people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.
Affected most, they understand the least...
There is a house above the world, where the over-people gather. There is a man with wings like a bird... there is a man who can sea across the planet and wring diamonds from its anthracite. There is a man who moves so fast that his life is an endless gallery of statues... In the house above the world the over-people gather... To a fry, mad voice that whispers of earthdeath.
When it’s done, only our enemies leave roses.
Without my face, nobody knows. Nobody knows who I am.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.
A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having.
Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon.
Not thou alone, but all humanity doth in its progress fable emulate. Whence came thy rocket-ships and submarine if not from Nautilus, from Cavorite? Your trustiest companions since the cave, we apparitions guided mankind’s tread, our planet, unseen counterpart to thine, as permanent, as ven’rable, as true. On dream’s foundation matter’s mudyards rest. Two sketching hands, each one the other draws: the fantasies thou’ve fashioned fashion thee.
Each day and every deed’s eternal, little boy. Live them in such a way that you can bear to live with them eternally.