Californians are good at planning for the earthquake, while simultaneously denying it will happen.

If you have enough fantasies, you're ready, in the event that something happens.

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

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

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.

in California death is one of the most successfully kept secrets there is. If you doubt this, try to find a cemetery.

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.