You've Got To Jump Off Cliffs And

His Flesh Took Paleness From His Bones.

I Don't Need An Alarm Clock. My Ideas Wake Me.

I'm Interested In Having Fun With Ideas, Throwing Them Up In The Air Like Confetti And Then Running Under Them.

The Jungle Looked Back At Them With A Vastness, A Breathing Moss-and-leaf Silence, With A Billion Diamond And Emerald Insect Eyes.

The Terrible Tyranny Of The Majority.