Producing satire is kind of hopeless because of the literacy rate of the American public.

My guitar wants to kill your mama.

It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia. Eventually within the next quarter of a century, the nostalgia cycles will be so close together that people will not be able to take a step without being nostalgic for the one they just took. At that point, everything stops. Death by Nostalgia.

When they dumped all these people out of the insane asylums they didn't all go sleep in the street. Some of them moved into suburbia, and started writing postcards to the FCC.

The crux of the biscuit is: If it entertains you, fine. Enjoy it. If it doesn't, then blow it out your ass. I do it to amuse myself. If I like it, I release it. If somebody else likes it, that's a bonus.

The computer can't tell you the emotional story. It can give you the exact mathematical design, but what's missing is the eyebrows.

The whole Universe is a large joke. Everything in the Universe are just subdivisions of this joke. So why take anything too serious.