“Sure, this will probably end up being another in a long line of emotionally crippling misadventures… but let's try to have some fun along the way.”

“I was becoming the cold, emotionally crippled monster I always wanted to be, and I wasn’t so sure I liked it. But it was too late. The metamorphosis was already well under way.”

“Every religion says war is evil, but one way or another they end up playing along.”

“Life always has an unhappy ending, but you can have a lot of fun along the way, and everything doesn't have to be dripping in deep significance.”

“Maybe I’ll end up on the fun side of her pants some day.”

“Let me now try to gather up all these odds and ends of commentary and restate the law of mind, in a unitary way.”

“Life is just a short walk from the cradle to the grave, and it sure behooves us to be kind to one another along the way.”

“and I try
to draw the line
but it ends up running down the middle of me
most of the time.”

“I have a lot of interest in interior rhyming; not just rhyming at the end of the lines, but playing around with rhymes within the lines, playing with where the syllabic emphases in the sentences are, lining those up at strange moments in the line of the song. I’m not sure if that comes across or not.”

“Young sheep and goats leap and gambol in their play. I have noticed young goats that were being led along the streets keep up an occasional jumping as they went along, leaping first one way then another, sometimes straight up into the air, as if they were worked by some unseen spring that went off suddenly inside of them. How strange such conduct must have seemed to the pre-Darwinians. But to the evolutionists it is as plain as day.”