...love rather than fear...this radical philosophy is coming from me, an avowed misanthrope...surely there is hope for us all.

It's not a war on drugs, it's a war on personal freedom.

Why do we put people who are on drugs in jail? They're sick, they're not criminals. Sick people don't get healed in prison. You see? It makes no sense.

So scary watching the news...Like Iraq...could ever under any stretch of the imagination be any threat to us whatsoever.

That's what I'm gonna do: quit gradually...I'm gonna lose one lung; little while later I'm gonna lose the other one.

What did moths bump into before the electric light bulb was invented? Boy, the lightbulb really screwed the moth up didn't it? Are there moths on their way to the sun now going, It's gonna be worth it!.

The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.