We are a nation of physical animals who have forgotten how much we enjoy being that. We are cushioned by this kind of make-believe, unreal world and have no idea what we can survive because we are never challenged or tested.

Burn the Louvre, and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.

I could imagine myself becoming one of Marla's stories.

I think standardization is really the first step to something being commodified.

Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.

I would say any behavior that is not the status quo is interpreted as insanity, when, in fact, it might actually be enlightenment. Insanity is sorta in the eye of the beholder.