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

I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.

Give me romance. Flash. Give me denial.

The ultimate joke was the idea that capitalism would eat its own feces in order to make money, that would make fun of itself if capitalism thought there was a buck in it.

Some of the best ideas I get seem to happen when I'm doing mindless manual labor or exercise. I'm not sure how that happens, but it leaves me free for remarkable ideas to occur.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?

Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.