If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.
There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.
Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
Life's single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.
You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.
Why should things be easy to understand?
Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.
All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.
Everybody gets told to write about what they know. The trouble with many of us is that at the earlier stages of life we think we know everything- or to put it more usefully, we are often unaware of the scope and structure of our ignorance.
Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross
Right and left; the hothouse and the street. The Right can only live and work hermetically, in the hothouse of the past, while outside the Left prosecute their affairs in the streets manipulated by mob violence. And cannot live but in the dreamscape of the future.
Murphy's Law, that brash proletarian restatement of Godel's Theorem.
She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’…but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.
There are stories, like maps that agree... too consistent among too many languages and histories to be only wishful thinking.... It is always a hidden place, the way into it is not obvious, the geography is as much spiritual as physical. If you should happen upon it, your strongest certainty is not that you have discovered it but returned to it. In a single great episode of light, you remember everything.
What goes around may come around, but it never ends up exactly the same place, you ever notice? Like a record on a turntable, all it takes is one groove's difference and the universe can be on into a whole 'nother song.
Can't say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
I was dreaming ... about my grandfather. A very old man, at least as old as I am now, 91. I thought, when I was a boy, that he had been 91 all his life. Now I feel as if I have been 91 all my life.
Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.
The reality is in this head. Mine. I'm the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.
Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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