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.

The freeway is the last frontier. It is unsurpassed as a training ground for the sharpening of survival skills.

The moon develops the imagination, as chemicals develop photographic images.

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.

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

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

It's expectation that differentiates you from the dead.