If you ask me, most people have children just as their own enthusiasm about life begins to wane.

For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.

Screenwriters get paid a hell of a lot more money but their level of frustration seems to be so high that I don't want that.

Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.

That’s the American Dream: to make your life into something you can sell.

A baby is such a blank slate, like training the understudy for a role you're planning to leave. You truly hope your replacement will do the play justice, but in secret you want future critics to say you played the character better.

Beginning with Santa Claus as a cognitive exercise, a child is encouraged to share the same idea of reality as his peers. Even if that reality is patently invented and ludicrous, belief is encouraged with gifts that support and promote the common cultural lies. The greatest consensus in modern society is our traffic systems. The way a flood of strangers can interact, sharing a path, almost all of them traveling without incident. It only takes one dissenting driver to create anarchy.