American love — like coke in green glass bottles...they don't make it anymore.

I am watching the stars, admiring their complex trajectories through space and time. I am trying to give a name to the force that set them in motion.

Since mankind's dawn, a handful of oppressors have accepted the responsibility over our lives that we should have accepted for ourselves. By doing so, they took our power. By doing nothing, we gave it away. We've seen where their way leads, through camps and wars, towards the slaughterhouse.

For whatever the future holds, one thing is certain... It just won't be the same.

I'm not a particularly dark individual. I have my moments, it's true, but I do have a sense of humor.

There's a notion I'd like to see buried: the ordinary person. Ridiculous. There is no ordinary person.

I'm not personally connected to the Internet, although nearly everyone that I know is, and many of them have a great time and no problems with it. And on the surface you can see that the Internet could go an awful long way to educating, enlightening, informing and connecting the world.