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 especially love 'Web Therapy' and I did 'Eastbound and Down' too. I had a lot of fun doing that.

Every day I read the newspapers, and no matter how cynical I get, it's imposssible to keep up.

I wonder what it would be like if we all became what we wanted to be when we grew up? I mean, imagine a world filled with nothing but firemen, cowboys, nurses and ballerinas.

To me, "sexual freedom" means freedom from having to have sex.

I feel some part of me can wake up and be very existential and the next day wake up and be sort of in love with the universe.

And yet humanity is so not evolved that how can you expect anything absolutely major to happen? Look how long, we move ahead in technology, how much do we move ahead in morality or emotion? We move ahead so minimally, minimally, minimally.