To concentrate on heaven is to create hell.
The trouble with you is that the only way you can communicate is through art. You’ve never learned to communicate your feelings to a man. You don’t even want to communicate in a relationship. You thin...
The purpose of art is to provide what life does not.
The function of the artist,' the Navajo answered, 'is to provide what life does not.
Sometimes one gets the idea that life thinks it's still living in Paris in the thirties.
Perhaps the most terrible (or wonderful) thing that can happen to an imaginative youth, aside from the curse (or blessing) of imagination itself, is to be exposed without preparation to the life outsi...
Only the obtuse are unappreciative of paradox.
Now, in the eyes of the stars, men may be no more exalted than beasts, and kingly men no worthier than the wretched.
In the beginning was the word and the word was CHOICE
Wit and playfulness represent a desperately serious transcendence of evil. Humor is both a form of wisdom and a means of survival.
Your petal from the salty rose
The party in Alobar’s head, which agitation and anxiety were throwing, now was crashed by a notion: existence can be rearranged.
Reality whistles a different tune underwater.
Plans are one thing and fate another. When they coincide, success results. Yet success mustn't be considered the absolute. It is questionable, for that matter, whether success is an adequate resposne...
Now I’d fallen into it like a drunk hobo falling into a vat of champagne.
Meet me in Cognito, baby. In Cognito, we'll have nothing to hide.
Live the beauty or your own reality.
It is better to be small, colorful, sexy, careless, and peaceful, like the flowers, than large, conservative, repressed, fearful, and aggressive, like the thunder lizards; a lesson, by the way, that t...
If there’s a thing, a scene, maybe, an image that you want to see real bad, that you need to see but it doesn’t exist in the world around you, at least not in the form that you envision, then you crea...
I asked Mr. Wrangle what you were like. He said you were hornet juice and rosebuds in a container of gazelle meat.