No one ever made more trouble than gentle Jesus meek and mild.

Feel oddly barren. My sickness is when words draw in their horns and the physical world refuses to be ordered, recreated, arranged and selected. I am a victim of it then, not a master.

Your time is diminishing per every second and minute that passes.

...youth looks good in anything

I like that best as I am so hairy.

I don't want to live in a world where I just kind of play on my naïveté - well if I don't know it, then it doesn't exist.

I think the Canadian Football League is a great league, but it's not the NFL, and I'm not Jerry Rice.

Cities have a psychogeographical relief, with constant currents, fixed points and vortexes which strongly discourage entry into or exit from certain zones

Without fathers you would have no civilization.

I have a naive trust in the universe - that at some level it all makes sense, and we can get glimpses of that sense if we try.