I believe we all have the Voice of Reason inside us...to gently lead us out of our own self-created hells.

The American dream is a crock. Stop wanting everything. Everyone should wear jeans and have three T-shirts, eat rice and beans.

And on the seventh day, god stepped back and said and said, "This is my creation, perfect in every way... oh, dammit I left all this pot all over the place. Now they'll think I want them to smoke it... Now I have to create Republicans."

...I just want to be free of the fears and anxieties and the superstitions of religion. An 'avenging GOD'? One who created Hell for those who don't believe? I thought we were the perfect and holy children of GOD? How could any limits possibly be put upon us? Hell.. really? I'm sorry, but... no. Wrong. You're wrong. That's an insane GOD and therefore not mine. Because, see, GOD would be very sane, don't you get it?

You're not a human till you're in my phone book. There. My hat is now in the political ring.

Watching television is like taking black spray paint to your third eye.

Marijuana: a drug that kills … no one – and let's put it in a time frame – ever. Illegal.