Why then you're as mad as me. No, madder. For I distrust 'reality' and its moron mother, the universe, while you fasten your innocence to fallible devices which pretend at happy endings.

We all are rich and ignore the buried fact of accumulated wisdom.

A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time,” she said. “I was born out of New York. The things that are most wrong here summoned me. ('Drink Entire: Against The Madness Of Crowds').

Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock. A man toting a sack of blood manure across his lawn is kin to Atlas letting the world spin easy on his shoulder.

If you dream the proper dreams, and share the myths with people, they will want to grow up to be like you.

That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.