We're all just bags of bones and muscle and hormones; I'll never understand what makes our minds do the things we do. It's like that statue of the monkey holding a skull. We're trying to use a thing we don't understand to understand ourselves.
And out of a desire essentially to imitate what I was reading, I began to write, like a clever monkey.
I wrote the very first stories in science fiction which dealt with homosexuality, The World Well Lost and Affair With a Green Monkey.
I started making monkey bridges, like kids do, and climbing and rappelling with ropes. Very naturally, I needed some knots. At the very beginning, I didn't care, I didn't know, and then slowly I started to know, and I started to care. I wanted to know more knots or the right knot for the special action.
Yes, I've kissed a lot of guys. I like to kiss, but that's it. I don't go home with anyone. I sleep with my animals, like my baby monkey, Brigitte Bardot.
A determined soul will do more with a rusty monkey wrench than a loafer will accomplish with all the tools in a machine shop.
An American monkey, after getting drunk on brandy, would never touch it again, and thus is much wiser than most men.
Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.
The problem is to keep the monkey mind from running off into all kinds of thoughts.
Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.
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