I always wondered why somebody doesn't do something about that. Then I realized I was somebody.

Reality is nothing more than a collective hunch.

Lady, I do not make up things. That is lies. Lies are not true. But the truth could be made up if yo know how. And that's the truth.

No matter how cynical you become, it's never enough to keep up.

People hire me to create some kind of archetype or some culture type, or something. I guess they accept whatever I come up with.

Truth is, I've always been selling out. The difference is that in the past, I looked like I had integrity because there were no buyers.

Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain.