Unless you are at a picnic, life is no picnic.

Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself.

Reality is just a collective hunch.

At the moment you are most in awe of all there is about life that you don't understand, you are closer to understanding it all than at any other time.

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.

Ahhhhhhhh. There is nothing natural about natural childbirth. It is as close to a freak accident as anything I can think of. Why I picked a time like this to go off drugs?

... it's hard to be politically conscious and upwardly mobile at the same time.