Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.

A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

It is not necessary to accept the choices handed down to you by life as you know it.

As long as I'm learning something, I figure I'm OK - it's a decent day.

I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

Insanity is a legal term. Crazy is an art form.

I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination.

The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.

Something that you feel will find its own form.

Pain or love or danger makes you real again.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk