We're giving jobs to people who would otherwise be out of work if we weren't exploiting cheap labor.

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.

We have reason to believe that man first walked upright to free his hands for masturbation.

My space chums think my unique hookup with humanity could be evolution's awkward attempt to jump-start itself up again. They're thinking just maybe, going crazy could be the evolutionary process trying to hurry up mind expansion. Maybe my mind didn't snap. Maybe it was just trying to stretch itself into a new shape. The cerebral cortex trying to grow a thumb of sorts.

I was always empathetic with animals. It's a terrible and self-involved point of view that we do something because someone else is exploitable.

There's so much plastic in this culture that vinyl leopard skin is becoming an endangered synthetic.

I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.