Remember how, back in 1990, if you used a cellphone in public you looked like a total asshole? We're all assholes now.

The best part of my life is gone, and what remains is whizzing past so quickly I feel like I'm Krazy-Glue'ed onto a mechanical bull of a time machine.

Good looking people with strong, fluoridated teeth get things handed to them on platters.

I sit on the steps in the heat of the sun and listen as one by one these car alarms extinguish themselves until once more only the muted roar of the city is audible, and the city, bathed in sunlight, once again resumes dreaming its collective dream. Cars roll down the city's roads, plants grow from its soil, wealth is generated in its rooms, hope is created and lost and recreated in the minds and souls of its inhabitants, and the city continues its dream and searches for those ideas that will make it strong.

If a building looks better under construction than it does when finished, then it's a failure.

People who advocate simplicity have money in the bank; the money came first, not the simplicity.

Clowns drink to blot out the ravages of terrifying children for a living.