“The only way to keep a friend is let go his stupid faults, and keep his silly love for you, with a bushel full of salt.”

“Let not fate tarry on you. Seize it before it carries you.”

“I had erroneously become convinced that I had the power to alter my reality, when in fact it was demonic spirits that were at work in my life.”

“Get up, stand up, Stand up for your rights. Get up, stand up, Don’t give up the fight.”

“A revolution is coming – a revolution which will be peaceful if we are wise enough; compassionate if we care enough; successful if we are fortunate enough – but a revolution which is coming whether we will it or not. We can affect its character; we cannot alter its inevitability.[Report to the United States Senate on his trip to Latin America and the Alliance for Progress, May 9-10 1966]”

“Robot BoyMr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.They were a normal, happy husband and wife.One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.Mrs. Smith would would be a momwhich would make him the dad!But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.It wasn’t human at all,it was a robot boy!He wasn’t warm and cuddlyand he didn’t have skin.Instead there was a cold, thin layer of tin.There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.He just lay there and stared,not living or dead.The only time he seemed alive at allwas with a long extension cordplugged into the wall.Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor,”What have you done to my boy?He’s not flesh and blood,he’s aluminum alloy!”The doctor said gently,”What I’m going to saywill sound pretty wild.But you’re not the father of this strange looking child.You see, there still is some questionabout the child’s gender,but we think that its fatheris a microwave blender.”The Smith’s lives were now filledwith misery and strife.Mrs. Smith hated her husband,and he hated his wife.He never forgave her unholy alliance:a sexual encounterwith a kitchen appliance.And Robot Boygrew to be a young man.Though he was often mistakenfor a garbage can.”

“Here’s a little mote of wisdom: Not everyone who claims to be an expert, is indeed an expert. Please note: I have never claimed to be an expert on anything except perhaps making the perfect omelet, and if you don’t like spicy, you’d probably argue with me on that one, too. In fact, anyone claiming to be an expert on anything, in my opinion, should immediately be viewed with suspicion, or be able to produce a PhD Diploma on the subject he or she is professing to be expert in.”

“Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.”

“Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It’s like the tide going out, revealing whatever’s been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you’ve made.”

“This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.”

“A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and you get lemon zest instead.”

“To reject the word of God is to rebel against righteous life.”

“(Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious man turns to the idea of God.”

“The Revolution introduced me to art, and in turn, art introduced me to the Revolution!”

“Creativity is all about CRAZY-tivity!”