To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

I might have known better, nothing is what everybody wants, the world runs on that law. Personally, if I could, I would instigate Meat-Axe Day, and out of the goodness of my heart I would whack your head off with a couple of others. Every man should be allowed one day and a hatchet just to ease his heart.

This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind

The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind . . .

An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.

A strong sense of identity gives man an idea he can do no wrong; too little accomplishes the same.