Most of the laugh tracks on television were recorded in the early 1950’s. These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.

A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.

Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.

I'm always identifying some fallacy in my own life. I'm sort of making fun of myself by exploring and unpacking just why I'm sort of automatically thrown to be a certain way.

I take a lot of flak from the counter-establishment for selling out.

What you see at fight club is a generation of men raised by women.

Most people would never admit it, but they'd been bitching since they were born. As soon as their head popped out into that bright delivery-room light, nothing had been right. Nothing had been as comfortable or felt so good. Just the effort it took to keep your stupid physical body alive, just finding food and cooking it and dishwashing, the keeping warm and bathing and sleeping, the walking and bowel movements and ingrown hairs, it was all getting to be too much work.