If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention.

Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.

I think we're in an age starved for genuine experiences, instead of cathartic phony experiences through the media, structured, engineered experiences. And those are the fast food, the masturbation of experience. They don't really exhaust any aspect of ourselves; they don't make us any stronger.

I don't do much more than organise other people's ideas and insights and thoughts, and sort of harvest them, and inventory them and present them.

You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?

He was assaulting the world by assaulting himself.

Your heart is my piñata.