We are gods with anuses.

The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.

Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death, they need death as much as we need bread to eat.

Man cannot endure his own littleness unless he can translate it into meaningfulness on the largest possible level.

There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.

Mortality defines the human condition.