What is normal? Normal is yesterday and last week and last month taken together.
People think that the country is where you can go to hide out. It ain’t so. In the city you are a face in the crowd. In the country people will stare at you until you’re out of sight, just for the entertainment value.
Everyone should occasionally break the law in some small delightful way.
Where there are policemen there’s crime.
I have no particular objection to people taking substances that make them feel better or more contented, or, for the matter, see little dancing purple fairies – or even their God if it comes to that. It’s their brain, after all, and society can have no claim on it, providing they’re not operating heavy machinery at the time.
People on the side of The People always ended up disappointed, in any case. They found that The People tended not to be grateful or appreciative or forward-thinking or obedient. The People tended to be small-minded and conservative and not very clever and were even distrustful of cleverness. And so the children of the revolution were faced with the age-old problem: it wasn’t that you had the wrong kind of government, which was obvious, but that you had the wrong kind of people.
It’s very hard to talk quantum using a language originally designed to tell other monkeys where the ripe fruit is.
Look, that’s why there’s rules, understand? So that you think before you break ‘em.
The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to those who think they’ve found it.