It’s true that things are beautiful when they work. Art is function.

Metaphors and Similes are the beginning of the democratic system of envy.

Nativity is the enemy of prophecy.

I have nothing against the smell of rot but something against what hides the smell of rot in the United States of America.

A baby is expected. A trip is expected. News is expected. Forgetfulness is expected. An invitation is expected. Hope is expected. But memories are not expected. They just come.

I love hiccups and I love sneezes and I love blinks and I love belches and I love gluttons. I love hair. I love bears. For me, the round. For me, the world.

What is liberty? The measure of dignity.

Banks are the temples of America. This is a holy war. Our economy is our religion.

Only what is fated to die is capable of living. Only what dies lives.

Ambulances always come with clouds of smoke. And then they disappear in a whistle. But what they bring is fear. Not freedom. Feardom is what they bring. And they bring fire and smoke. Oh, my nerves are bad tonight, yes, bad. I fear freedom. I, above all, fear the freedom that is above all feardom.