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

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.

Reality is the leading cause of stress among those in touch with it.

Remember we're all in this alone.

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.

I personally think we developed language because of our deep need to complain.

There's nothing sadder than getting to the end of your life and saying, 'I didn't do it right'.