Religion has what is EASILY the greatest bullshit story of all time.

Regarding jam sessions: Jazz musicians are the only workers I can think of who are willing to put in a full shift for pay and then go somewhere else and continue to work for free.

I simply decided that dope wasn't worth the ritual.

The dividend I get [from my compulsion] is the freedom to be totally disorderly in my dreamworld.

We kind of shape our truths as we speak them. We fashion things to suit the occasion or the person or our own needs in the moment.

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

No, there's no God, but there might be some sort of an organizing intelligence, and I think to understand it is way beyond our ability. It's certainly not a judgmental entity. It's certainly not paternalistic and all these qualities that have been attributed to God.