When it's time to shuffle off this mortal coil, you leave your ashes to be composted.

I'm not interested in perfection. The universe is perfect, and there are some works of art that we see as perfect, but human beings aren't perfect.

When I finally did stop and look at my life, I realized that I had done what I'd set out to do. In my pitiful little way, I had climbed the mountain I had chosen. And there I was, on top.

Even if the whole human race dies off because we keep fighting and killing each other and being heartless, the planet will take care of itself. Eventually, after millions of years, it will cleanse itself, and new life forms, maybe better ones, will come. Meanwhile, we'll have gotten exactly what we deserved: annihilation.

You have to think you're the greatest thing since sliced bread, but you have to know that you're not.

When you have a steady job you're more inspired to broaden yourself.

Culturally, it's very hard to change people's attitudes about public space.