I hate stand-up comics; I think funny is something you are, not something you desperately try to be in front of a roomful of obnoxious people.

I think therapy is a rather misguided notion of capitalist societies whereby the self-indulgent examination of one's life supersedes the actual living of said life.

I think that’s what scares me: the randomness of everything. That the people who could be important to you might just pass you by. Or you pass them by.

Are you okay?' she asked me. Of course,' I said. 'Why wouldn't I be okay?' There are lots of reasons why you might not be okay.' There are lots of reasons why anyone might not be okay,' I said.

It wouldn't kill you to get me an iced coffee." "No, but not getting killed doing something is not a very compelling reason to do it.

I thought the best thing to do would be nothing, and in that way things couldn’t get any worse.

I felt this awful obligation to be charming or at least have something to say, and the pressure of having to be charming (or merely verbal) incapacitates me.

I only feel like myself when I am alone.

I don't think I could ever work in such a blatantly hierarchical corporate setting. I know that everyone in this world is not equal, but I can't bear environments that make this truth so obvious.

One man’s nonsense is another man’s sense.

Unfortunately I have never been good in math. Numbers simply do not interest me or seem as real to me as words.

You cannot control what other people do, only how you react to it.

this was not the end of the world, actually it was the world.

Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time I didn't either.

To me, part of being an emcee is dedicated to speaking out about what's going on around us.

Unless there is meaning, there is no solution.

To rob, to ravage, to murder, in their imposing language, are the arts of civil policy. When they have made the world a solitude, they call it peace.

Whatever your dream is, every extra penny you have needs to be going to that.

At the time my dog had a fungus on her chest that wouldn't heal and resisted treatment. I made an ointment with our product and it cleared up in two days. She lived to 17 years.

There's never been a lack of men willing to die bravely. The trouble is to find a few able to live sensibly.