Each Of Us Assumes Everyone Else Knows

Giving Me A A New Idea Is Like Handing A Cretin A Gun, But I Do Thank You Anyhow, Bang Bang.

My Major Preoccupation Is The Question, 'what Is Reality?'

On Some Other World, Possibly It Is Different. Better. There Are Clear Good And Evil Alternatives. Not These Obscure Admixtures, These Blends, With No Proper Tool By Which To Untangle The Components.

The Wisest People Are The Clowns, Like Harpo Marx, Who Would Not Speak. If I Could Have Anything I Want I Would Like God To Listen To What Harpo Was Not Saying, And Understand Why Harpo Would Not Talk.

I'm A Strange Person. Sometimes I Hardly Know What I'm Going To Do Or Say Next. Sometimes I Seem A Stranger To Myself. Sometimes What I Do Surprises Me And I Can't Understand Why I Do It.