Regardless of whether you believe in the Singularity, you will most likely experience the benefits of it. But we don't really know.

Don't repackage your fear and try to sell it to me as indifference.

I am not your God. Or if I am, I'm no God you can seek out for deliverance or explanation. I'm the kind of God who would eat you without compunction if I were hungry.

Partying means drinking. It also means playing records by Lou Reed and Chicago, which I thought was a city but is also a band it turns out.

Love, in its purest form, is biology.

My sense of humor tends toward both the dark and the absurd - two great tastes that, in my opinion, taste great together.

You could not be more correct. It does matter. All of it.

Your life has more blue in it than a James Cameron movie.

As an atheist and lapsed Catholic, I feel the absence of faith in my own life quite acutely.

I tend toward the pessimistic end of the spectrum, and unfortunately there's little in human history to convince me that pessimism is unwarranted.

instead of venting my anger, which is really just hurt dressed up for a night on the town, I ask if anyone needs a drink.

The more you know, the less you talk. The less you talk, the more you know.

Twitter is not just for Journalists. You don’t have to be a writer to Tweet.[Social Media]

The best sleep imaginable is sleeping in your dreams

The PCT would lead me to an otherworld, through the sadness I felt here, out of it.

I'm a laugher and a lover of comedy.

He who sings a song to Christ in the night, sings the best song in all the world; for he sings from the heart.

I've always enjoyed a woman's company more than men's. They're usually better looking.

I'm too nervous to eat before I go onstage, and I'll usually eat out after the performance or when I get home at midnight.

What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.

shocked to realize how much vitality is required simply to support our primitive requirements, we wonder, bewildered, where Art fits in.