Perhaps this is what it means to go mad: to be emptied and to be aware of the emptiness.

I just think that fiction that isn't exploring what it means to be human today isn't art.

In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship.

That it is statistically easier for low-IQ people to kick an addiction than it is for high-IQ people...That boring activities become, perversely, much less boring if you concentrate intently on them.

Acceptance is usually more a matter of fatigue than anything else.

I am not what you see and hear.

Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic?" "I give." "You get someone who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog.