Jump to the day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter. Jump to the day another house will stand here and the people living there won't know we ever happened.

What I mean is sometimes, for an artist, chronic pain can be a gift.

We'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create.

The problem with educating stupid people was that they didn’t know they were stupid. The same went for curing crazy people.

Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet.

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.

An important part of building a new culture was allowing people to complain about their past. At first, the more they complained, the worse the past would seem. But by venting, people could start to resolve the past. By bitching and bitching and bitching, they could exhaust the drama of their own horror stories. Grow bored. Only then could they accept a new story for their lives. Move forward.