Amoebas, once they have themselves well pulled in two, go their ways-they practice divorce, but no remarriage.
Elvis died the day he went into the army.
Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives
I'd spent five hours that morning trying to write a song that was meaningful and good, and I finally gave up and lay down. Then, "Nowhere Man" came, words and music, the whole damn thing, as I lay down. . . Song writing is about getting the demon out of me. It's like being possessed. You try to go to sleep, but the song won't let you. So you have to get up and make it into something, and then you're allowed sleep.
Whenever in doubt, turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream.
I don't believe in killing whatever the reason!
I don't intend to be a performing flea any more. I was the dreamweaver, but although I'll be around I don't intend to be running at 20,000 miles an hour trying to prove myself. I don't want to die at 40.
The fanatic is incorruptible: if he kills for an idea, he can just as well get himself killed for one; in either case, tyrant or martyr, he is a monster.
I drink alone. Yeah, with nobody else. You know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself.
I've decided to aim a telescope at my neighbour's window. It's the closest I'll ever come to living with someone comfortably.
I am on the edge of mysteries and the veil is getting thinner and thinner.