The novels that get praised in the NY Review of Books aren't worth reading. Ninety-seven percent of science fiction is adolescent rubbish, but good science fiction is the best and only literature of our times.

A Discordian is someone who sees windmills and thinks they might be giants

Animals outline their territories with their excretions, humans outline their territories by ink excretions on paper.

Consciousness itself is an infinite regress. This explains coincidences.

I regard belief as a form of brain damage.

Whatever the Thinker thinks, the Prover will prove. And if the Thinker thinks passionately enough, the Prover will prove the thought so conclusively that you will never talk a person out of such a belief, even if it is something as remarkable as the notion that there is a gaseous vertebrate of astronomical heft ("GOD") who will spend all eternity torturing people who do not believe in his religion.

The totally convinced and the totally stupid have too much in common for the resemblance to be accidental.