After four thousand years we can’t even prove that reality exists beyond the mind of the first-person dreamer.

There's no such things as survival of the fittest. Survival of the most adequate, maybe. It doesn't matter whether a solution's optimal. All that matters is whether it beats the alternative.

The most altruistic and sustainable philosophies fail before the brute brain stem imperative of self-interest.

But when the flash flood crosses your path, when the lion leaps at you from the grasses, advanced self-awareness is an unaffordable indulgence. The brain stem does its best.

Radar is too long in the tooth for fine detail.

If the rest of your brain were conscious, it would probably regard you as the pointy-haired boss from Dilbert

What's the survival value of obsessing on a sunset?

Property damage is so much easier to live with than murder.

Brains are survival engines, not truth detectors.

You can’t turn a sunset into a string of grunts without losing something.

Thanks to a vampire and a boatload of freaks and an invading alien horde, I’m Human again.

The mask's back in place. The heard-it-all smile. The seen-it-all eyes.

It is harder to conceal ignorance than to acquire knowledge.

This award is meaningful because it comes from my fellow dealers in celluloid.

But music is, at the very minimum, inflammatory, exclusionary, divisive, encouraging of snobbery and solipsism.

There is no such thing as a good war or a bad peace.

Maybe at this stage in my career, it's from that younger generation that I have most to learn.

When people are standing up for our present rotten system, they are being worse than Communists, it seems to me.

I hate working with artists who don't have something to say or when they have something that sounds cool but isn't really them.

Never get so attached to a poem that you forget truth that lacks lyricism.

The arts are not a way to make a living.