On a night without moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

Imagine how you’d feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn’t stand.

The only biodiversity we're going to have left is Coke versus Pepsi. We're landscaping the whole world one stupid mistake at a time.

After you hear even the shortest great story, it should fill you with a little bit of fear.

Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

There's no escaping fate, it just keeps going. Day and night, the future just keeps coming at you.

It's creepy, but here we are, the Pilgrims, the crackpots of our time, trying to establish our own alternate reality. To build a world out of rocks and chaos. What it's going to be, I don't know. Even after all that rushing around, where we've ended up is the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. And maybe knowing isn't the point. Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.