One of the interesting things about "outsidership" is that underneath it there's a longing to belong. I just wish the thing I refused to belong to - the species, Western capital culture - was a little more respectable. My one true relaxation is my flotation tank, in which I can either meditate or just drift off.

Israeli murderers are called "commandos," Arab commandos are called "terrorists."

Everything beeps now.

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

Here's a phrase that apparently the airlines simply made up: near miss. They say that if 2 planes almost collide, it's a near miss. Bullshit, my friend. It's a near hit! A collision is a near miss. [WHAM! CRUNCH!] "Look, they nearly missed!" "Yes, but not quite.

Anyone who's onstage is going to attract a certain number of misguided people. But I was never very interested in groupies.

What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men?