I'm absolutely terrified that people can get into cars. It's like the car is a face, and the headlight is eyes, and when you open the car door it's like you're climbing into the ears. (I cannot) be inside a giant rolling robot head.

Isn't it strange how someone can be both human and divine at the same time? I am referring, of course, to myself.

Are you feeling lucky? Cause I'm on a roll.

Well, it only dawned on me about six months ago that not everybody's against me all the time. It was something of a revelation.

My argument would be that I don't think there is much that's genuinely political art that is good art.

I recently enrolled at an elementary school and they accepted me. I am finally going to get revenge on those kids that beat me up as a boy, assuming they are still attending.

I don't know why people called me Tom. My name is THUMB.