Someone once said, if you scratch a cynic, and you'll find a disappointed idealist. That really rang a bell with me - because I recognized that, within me, there is this flame, of wishing it were better, wishing people had better lives, that there was more of an authentic sharing and harmony with nature.

She was only a prostitute, but she had the nicest face I ever came across.

If black boxes survive air crashes - why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?

That's basically what the drive is: "I want to be famous, I want to be noticed, and I want to be approved of." That's basically what you're after. "Give me attention, give me applause, give me an audience. A. A. A. Straight As." That's all you're looking for.

To me, fast food is when a cheetah eats an antelope.

Avoid teams at all cost. Keep your circle small. Never join a group that has a name.

Religion is sort of like a lift in your shoes. If it makes you feel better, fine. Just don't ask me to wear your shoes.