There must be some Tommy Hilfiger event horizon, beyond which it is impossible to be more derivative, more removed from the source, more devoid of soul.

All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he'd cut in Night City, and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void...

He took a duck in the face at 250 knots.

The street finds its own uses for things.

The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies.

My, my. A body does get around.

Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.

I don't know about living on an automatic pilot, but I've had times where I've decided to just test myself and my mettle, and for no good reason other than it's what life is. Even before I was acting, I had, like, one day in high school I decided to just show them my pajamas, just for no good reason.

So the story of man runs in a dreary circle, because he is not yet master of the earth that holds him.

If every American donated five hours a week, it would equal the labor of 20 million full-time volunteers.

Born ham, that's basically me.

Normal is in the eye of the beholder.

Normal is in the eye of the beholder.

Normal is just a cycle on the washing machine.

There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.

I think the fans are going to expect a lot from me, as they should.

Let no thought pass incognito, and keep your notebook as strictly as the authorities keep their register of aliens.

We see but one aspect of our neighbor, as we see but one side of the moon; in either case there is also a dark half, which is unknown to us. We all come down to dinner, but each has a room to himself.

We must not let daylight in upon the magic.

You may talk of the tyranny of Nero and Tiberius; but the real tyranny is the tyranny of your next-door neighbor.

Fromage and coffee and cognac and no gods.

It is not in the premise that reality Is a solid. It may be a shade that traverses A dust, a force that traverses a shade.

Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

It is never the thing but the version of the thing.