You really have to wonder why we even bother to get up in the morning. I mean, really: Why work? Simply to buy more stuff? That's just not enough. Look at us all. What's the common assumption that got us all from there to here? What makes us deserve the ice cream and running shoes and wool Italian suits we have? I mean, I see all of us trying so hard to acquire so much stuff, but I can't help but feeling that we didn't merit it.

Negative? Moi? I think realistic might be a better word. You mean to tell me we can drive all the way here from L.A. and see maybe ten thousand square miles of shopping malls, and you don't have maybe just the weentsiest inkling that something, somewhere has gone very very cuckoo?

Capitalization implies a hierarchy, that some letters are more special than others.

Why are we even here [on earth], what's our human nature? It's precipitating a real philosophical crisis that I find quite fascinating.

Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life's cruelest irony.

If human beings had genuine courage, they'd wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween.

what I remember is the silence in spite of the noise. In my head it might just as well have been a snowy day in the country.