It was 100,000 years before we figured out what to do with fire. Imagine cavemen, sitting in front of a fire, eating raw meat for 100 thousand years.

I see myself out of my own eyes, which means I have no idea what's going on the other way around. I just think I try to be a good person, and I fail.

I think you can only get closer to satisfaction but you never fully arrive.

I don't really care about clothes, but it's about wearing something that gives you social confidence.

I'd like to just get to a point where maybe we can say something that will be matterful. That's definitely not a word, by the way.

Now, the good of business is put above anything else, as corporations have become the new ruling body. Most decisions seem to be made like ones of a medieval king: whatever makes profit while ignoring and repressing the truth about whatever suffering it may cause (like pop music, for that matter).

Who you are vs. who you wish you were: Who wins?