You know what happens when windmills collapse into the sea? A splash.

I'm a pessimist by nature. A pot head, but a pessimist.

Nobody sees people as people. It's all how they relate to my little group.

We're always on a tightrope. We're trying to put together people who don't make sense to be together, talking about issues that are sensitive and controversial. We're mixing dangerous chemicals on a nightly basis.

False hope really makes you cynical.

Jesus is not a candle. A company in South Dakota is selling candles with the scent of Jesus. You light one and your friends says, Christ, what's that smell?

If I thought the Lord was speaking to me I'd check myself into Bellevue, and I think you should too.