Big companies are like marching bands. Even if half the band is playing random notes, it still sounds kind of like music. The concealment of failure is built into them.

I thought it would be such a sick joke to have to remain to be alive for decades and not believe in or feel anything.

If God drives a car, He'd drive a 1973 Ford LTD Brougham sedan with a claret-colored vinyl roof, with oxblood leather upholstery and an opera window.

Besides, animals don’t even have time. Only humans have time. It’s what makes us different.

All families are psychotic. Everybody has basically the same family - it's just reconfigured slightly different from one to the next.

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.

There's nothing cute or funny or lovable about being cheap. It's a total turn-off.