Picture anybody growing up so stupid he didn't know that hope is just another phase you'll grow out of.

You have to give up! you have to give up! You have to realize that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless!

Everyone is equal and everyone is forced to participate; you can't just be a spectator.

I'm not so much a good friend as I'm the savior who wants you to worship him forever.

I take a lot of flak from the counter-establishment for selling out.

Years of living in the hope that what you'll get will be better than what you have. Years of looking and feeling worse in the hope that you might look better.

How this feels is I'm just another task in God's daily planner: The Renaissance pencilled in for right after the Dark Ages. The Information Age is scheduled immediately after the Industrial Revolution. Then the Post-Modern Era, then The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Famine. Check. Pestilence. Check. War. Check. Death. Check. And between the big events, the earthquakes and tidal waves, God's got me squeezed in for a cameo appearance. Then maybe in thirty years, or maybe next year, God's daily planner has me finished.