I learned how to control my consciousness when I got into acid.  
I knew how to sort of . . . I did the full lotus, when you get into that little pyramid shape.  And it all starts to unfold, you know, and curl up, and it comes out the top of your head, and there you are, man, and you’re like, “Hey, I’m God.”

– Bill, Down Terrace

But in this sad-eyed circus fat lady of a world of ours, maybe it’s the dreams that keep us going — the cockeyed lies we tell each other — the stardust balm we spread on our wounded souls.

– Ethan Coen, Gates of Eden

(Did you know he wrote books, too?)