Property is theft. Nobody "owns" anything. When you die, it all stays here.

There's a thrill when you steal something in plain view of other people. When you drop a newspaper over a sign and walk away with it, or take something off a wall and the sound of the glue ripping makes people turn around. Your heart is racing, it's a rush.

I like to control my environment, because I feel if I have my physical space in order, then I'm free to dream. So there is some compulsion involved. But the dividend I get is the freedom to be totally disorderly in my dreamworld.

The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.

I hope we're not just human garbage drifting toward a big sewer. But I think so.

I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it.

Praying is begging for an unseen deity to alter the laws of nature for someone admittedly unworthy.