To each his own reality.

Reality is a life sentence.

Reality is symbolicof an unseen insanity

in the name of a god who was always a ghost

Jesus would pray to himself and cry. I often do the same.

If everyone stopped pretendingcapitalism would drop dead

The next day we were all shooting up. "Jeez. Look at the size of the cotton he just threw in the spoon." "Yea. What are you trying to prove?" They had a good laugh at my expense.

Socialism is the way, the truth, and the light.

We wouldn't have to take your rights away if you'd just stop exercising them.

We get to the right destination by God’s guidance.

But what if Oscar—” “Breathes fire and threatens to cook you over a grill?” “I was thinking what if he gets mad, but I think your way works as well.” “Then you shall make for a tasty meal.

I was a fool, alone, preparing to do what every fool did at such times—I was going to a bar to drink myself smart.

Faith assuages, guides, restores.

I don't want to see kids in America being scared because they're hearing people on television and the radio saying really ugly xenophobic and racist things.

People will use you as long as you let them.

All good work has magic in it, and addresses the mind in a subtle way.

Innumerable confusions and a feeling of despair invariably emerge in periods of great technological and cultural transition.

Everyone knows I'm no treehugger

I didn't want to be out of order answering any questions.