When you're high, it's easy to kid yourself about how clever certain mediocre pieces of material are.

If a piece requires some specific inflection, I'll record it. I take a lot of notes, and later categorize them, combining them alongside existing ideas, and eventually put a piece together.

Religion cruelly exploits our need to feel connected.

Some people try to get out of jury duty by lying. You don't have to lie. Tell the judge the truth. Tell him you'd make a terrific juror because you can spot guilty people.

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?

I'm thinking of buying a church and changing it around: maybe selling crack and having a few whores in the pew.

You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!