As long as one person lives in darkness then it seems to be a responsibility to tell other people.

That's starting to depress me about UFOs. The fact that they cross galaxies...and always end up in places like Fyfe, Alabama.

My voice was not heard, the questions were not asked that I wanted to see asked.

I'm sorry if any of you are Catholic. I'm not sorry if you're offended, I'm actually just sorry by the fact that you're Catholic.

I smoke to fill the potholes in my soul

I...am an evolved being who deals solely with the source of light...in all of us in our own minds. No middleman required.

The best kind of comedy to me is when you make people laugh at things they've never laughed at, and also take a light into the darkened corners of people's minds, exposing them to the light.