I know zoos are no longer in people's good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.

Don’t you bully me with your politeness!

The paths to liberation are numerous, but the bank along the way is always the same, the Bank of Karma, where the liberation account of each of us is credited or debited depending on our actions.

It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I've made none the champion.

Mockery be damned, my urine looked delicious.

I think art comes from some sense of discomfort with the world, some sense of not quite fitting with it.

We are all born like Catholics, aren't we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?