Sundays are terrible because it is clear that there is no one in charge of the world. And this knowledge leave you drifting around, grappling with unfulfilled expectations and vague yearnings.

You can always trust information given you by people who are crazy; they have an access to truth not available through regular channels.

Ghetto humor is the social twin of fantasy; together they sustain the powerless, who accomplish miracles through illusion.

everything is ambiguous. It's exciting, in a way, if you can tolerate ambiguity. I can't, but I'm taking a course where it's taught, in the hope of acquiring the skill. It's called Modern Living, and you get no credit.

Inner resources are like natural resources; they both dry up eventually when the demands on them are heavy.

It's unbelievable the primitive feelings that are aroused by rapid change.

It's expectation that differentiates you from the dead.