You can’t fool people into loving you.

Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.

In a city this size, every year, hundreds of husbands walk away. Kids leave home. Wives escape. People disappear.

For the most part my friends can always be more entertaining than the tube ever can be.

Rant said that view of time was set up so folks won't live forever. It's the planned obsolescence we've all agreed to...'Nothing says you have to swallow this,' Rant told me. 'You can always just die.

For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel peaceful. Not happy. Not sad. Not anxious. Not horny. Just all the higher parts of my brain closing up shop. The cerebral cortex. The cerebellum. That's where my problem is. I'm now simplifying myself. Somewhere balanced in the perfect middle between happiness and sadness. Because sponges never have a bad day.

How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?