I have this real moron thing I do? It's called thinking.

I love and treasure individuals as I meet them, I loath and despise the groups they identify or belong to.

Life is not that complicated.

I should think it takes a fairly low intellect to draw pleasure from the following activity: hitting a ball with a crooked stick. and then walking after it! An then ..hitting it again!

As far as I'm concerned, humans have not yet come up with a belief that's worth believing.

I did LSD and peyote in the late Sixties, before I got into cocaine. That was concurrent with my change from a straight comic to the album and counterculture period, and those drugs served their purpose. They helped open me up.

Jesus was a cross-dresser.