In good old Colonial Dunsboro, masochism is a valuable job skill. It is in most jobs.

To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost.

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

No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

The ultimate joke was the idea that capitalism would eat its own feces in order to make money, that would make fun of itself if capitalism thought there was a buck in it.

The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.