A study of the San Francisco Beat enclave by psychiatrist Dr. Francis Rigney in the late 1950's showed 60 percent "were so psychotic or crippled by tensions, anxiety and neurosis as to be nonfunctiona...

Fare thee well! and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

There's a thin line between an uncertain 'Yes' and a certain 'No' known as 'lame indecisiveness'.

Live for something rather than die for nothing.

The standard cosmological theory--an expanding universe--does not really solve the problem of God. It simply makes it more problematical. Once the creator-creation model is discarded as primitive myth...

No, I don't work here, I'm taking pictures of messy bathrooms for a photo essay on the American West. But I'm always up for clean, so if you want to pitch in, I've got Pine Sol and a sponge in my car....

Perhaps her only legacy would be that she had known something immortal, and while eternity may still belong to God alone, not all things were enslaved by time.

Don't spend your time fetching water with a basket for it will never get filled up

Neal! It's your grief counselors. We're here to hug!

Your half-caf, double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.

Delayed gratification is a major virtue that is missing from our society.

Guys like him? They were the worst kind. All looks and no heart. Guys not like him? They were all deceiving, freaking asshats.

The method of science is tried and true. It is not perfect, it's just the best we have. And to abandon it, with its skeptical protocols, is the pathway to a dark age.

Wisdom of the Ages: "Skull and Bones" A secret society of spoiled twits whose apparent purpose in life is littering the landscape with as many as possible.

You deserve someone who is utterly obsessed with you.

Valkyrie smiled patiently. "I like how you do your make-up. Do you use a brush, or just dip your head in the bucket?

What will happen if you can't say that this wasn't a film?

A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars?-Then you've a hunch was the music meant...hunge...

When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.

I've always regarded it as a test of character to dislike the Kennedys. I don't really respect anyone who falls for Camelot.