Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's busy holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed. He's making sure your imagination withers. Until it's as useful as your appendix. He's making sure your attention is always filled. And this being fed, it's worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.

Someone bent on suicide won't have much sense of humor left.

Do you remember when you were 10 or 11 years old and you really thought your folks were the best? They were completely omniscient and you took their word for everything. And then you got older and you went through this hideous age when suddenly they were the devil, they were bullies, and they didn't know anything.

A comedy ends with a wedding, and a tragedy ends with a funeral: you always have to juxtapose sex and death.

We're all going overnight express delivery straight to Hell.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

Everyone wants to be tested and challenged. Everyone would like a good, honest fight to exhaust their frustrations.