Like it or not, we are all insectoid aliens burrowing within our urbaniod bodies. -- Timothy Leary

She didn't mind the streaks of color I'd left on her fur. Unlike me, she didn't see it as a mess.

I declare that The Beatles are mutants. Prototypes of evolutionary agents sent by God, endowed with a mysterious power to create a new human species, a young race of laughing freemen.

Some people say my work is often depressing and pessimistic, with the emphasis on death, blood, overcrowding, strange beings and so on, but I don't really think it is.

I was my mother's favorite, and she'd help me with everything.

I don't know, if somebody doesn't tell me how would I know?