Are you aware that rushing toward a goal is a sublimated death wish? It's no coincidence we call them 'deadlines.'

Should one be shallow enough to view existence as a system of rewards and punishments, one soon learns that we pay as dearly for our triumphs as we do for our defeats.

Peeple of zee wurl, relax

Well, Daddy, I used to believe that artists went crazy in the process of creating the beautiful works of art that kept society sane. Nowadays, though, artists make intentionally ugly art that’s only supposed to reflect society rather than inspire it. So I guess we’re all loony together now, loony rats in the shithouse of commercialism.

Our world isn't made of earth, air and water or even molecules and atoms; our world is made of language.

Once one pays some attention to something, then you begin to see evidence of it everywhere.

Somewhere in the archives of crudest instinct is recorded the truth that it is better to be endangered and free than captive and comfortable.