The artist's job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.

More than any other time in history, mankind faces a cross-roads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.

[in the true mad north] of introspection,
where 'falcons of the inner eye'
dive and die, glimpsing in their
dying fall, all life's memory of existence.

Life doesn't imitate art, it imitates bad television.

Sex without love is an empty experience, but, as empty experiences go, it's one of the best.

Life doesn't imitate art, it imitates bad television.