Having a spine is overrated. If everybody squealed and ran away, there'd be no more wars.

All phenomena are real in some sense, unreal in some sense, meaningless in some sense, real and meaningless in some sense, unreal and meaningless in some sense, and real and unreal and meaningless in some sense.

On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.

The rapists of the intellectual world become politicians; the seducers become artists.

There are gods, but there is no God; and all gods become devils eventually.

part of the humor of living on this backward planet is listening to the hominids rationalize their predations.

Communication is only possible between equals.