The trickster's function is to break taboos, create mischief, stir things up. In the end, the trickster gives people what they really want, some sort of freedom.

The price of self-destiny is never cheap, and in certain situations it is unthinkable. But to achieve the marvelous, it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.

Reality is contradictory. And it's paradoxical.

What is politics, after all, but the compulsion to preside over property and make other peoples' decisions for them?

My comic sense, although deliberately Americanized, is, in its intent, much closer related to the crazy wisdom of Zen monks and the goofy genius of Taoist masters than it is to, say, the satirical gibes on Saturday Night Live. It has both a literary and a metaphysical function.

When freedom is outlawed, only outlaws will be free.

Here's an idea: let's get over ourselves, buy a cherry pie, and go fall in love with life.