Dusting is a good example of the futility of trying to put things right. As soon as you dust, the fact of your next dusting has already been established.

Looking back, I realize that my life has been a series of incidents where one person has said to another, "Get this asshole outta here!"

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.

I'm in shape. Round is a shape.

More people have been killed in the name of God than for any other reason.

Granola didn't sell very well when it was good for you. Now it has caramel, chocolate, marshmallow, saturated fat and sweeteners with a small amount of oats and grains. Sales picked up.

If everything that ever lived is dead, and everything alive is gonna die...where does the sacred part come in?