I think all geniuses - or the ones thet I've run into - tend to have a faintly tenuous relationship with the real world, because so much is going on on the inside. They may be geniuses but they often need someone to walk around holding a string. They're sort of balloons, bobbing around.

I think all - or the ones thet I've run into - tend to have a faintly tenuous relationship with the real world, because so much is going on on the inside. They may be geniuses but they often need someone to walk around holding a string. They're sort of balloons, bobbing around.

Geniuses are disconcerting. Their comings and goings in the ideal world give one vertigo . . . . They have a telescope in one eye and a microscope in the other.

The gods are alone, and when they stroll, by chance, on earth, they are pathological cases or buffoons, or histrions...who are despised!

I wish being a beekeeper, which I am, gave you a free pass on the carbon footprint, but it doesn't.

I was one those kids who had books on them. Before weddings, Bar Mitzvahs, funerals and anything else where you're actually meant to not be reading, my family would frisk me and take the book away. If they didn't find it by this point in the procedure, I would be sitting over in that corner completely unnoticed just reading my book.