And I know I'm paranoid and neurotic, I've made a career out of it.

Treefingers is important, it's the point in which our protagonist crosses the icy tundra that is how to disappear completely to reach the island of Optimistic. But seriously, kill yourself.

I cannot read a fortune cookie without breaking down and crying. I am sensitive.

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

Americans are ugly unwashed clods that live off of government cheese. If I could, I'd take every living American, grind them up into a fine paste and use that paste to feed the dolphins, because they are neglected by the evil Americans.

The problem is, I cannot meditate. That's the one thing I can't do. That's the thing that's driving me nuts. I have a house by the sea, and I can sit and listen to the sound of the sea and eventually... but I can't really do it.

I've been reading a book lately. That book is Thom Yorke, and the conclusion is that he's brilliant.