My space chums think reality was once a primitive method of crowd control that got out of hand. In my view, it’s absurdity dressed up in a three-piece business suit.

The ability to delude yourself may be an important survival tool.

I worry that our lives are like soap operas. We can go for months and not tune in to them, then six months later we look in and the same stuff is still going on.

The human mind is kind of like a piñata. When it breaks open, there's a lot of surprises inside. Once you get the piñata perspective, you see that losing your mind can be a peak experience.

Mirrors can't talk. Luckily for you, they can't laugh either.

Nothing makes you realize you don't know what you want more than getting what you want.

I bet the worst part about dying is the part where your whole life passes before you.