Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

We all have some proper noun to blame.

Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a Barbie doll, a vacuum cleaner. We're all such products.

Somehow people have been sold on the idea that only professionals can entertain them, that only professionals can sing or tell jokes. And people are cut out of this creativity loop, and creativity is being limited to these large, centralized voices.

After long enough, everyone in the world will be you enemy.

You're safe because you're so trapped inside your culture. Anything you can conceive of is fine because you can conceive of it.

If you start in the pit of despair with these profane, awful things, even a glimmer of hope or awareness is going to occur that's much brighter coming from this dark, awful beginning.