People don't need sex so much as they need to be listened to.

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.

I even worry about reflective flea collars. Oh, sure, drivers can see them glow in the dark, but so can the fleas.

One thing I have no worry about is whether God exists. But it has occurred to me that God has Alzheimer's and has forgotten we exist.

I feel like my life is just passing me by like two ships in the night. And I have missed both boats.

What is reality anyway! It's nothing but a collective hunch.

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.