When did the future switch from being a promise to a threat?

This is less teaching than damage control. You may as well paint a house that’s on fire.

I told him to buy land, my mum says, they’re not making it anymore.

What we think of as Halloween is really the product of media barons, city mayors, and candy-makers. You know, before the 1920s, Halloween was really a terrible, terrible night.

Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a Barbie doll, a vacuum cleaner. We're all such products.

For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose ... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.

Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.