We really are All One....this is the very philosophy that has kept me virtually anonymous in America for fifteen years.

Don't worry; don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.

Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one.

I'm tired of this back-slappin' "isn't humanity neat" bullshit. We're a virus with shoes.

I believe that there is an equality to all humanity. We all suck.

Watching television is like taking black spray paint to your third eye.

I don't like anything in the mainstream and they don't like me.

It has become more and more obvious that there is one political party in America, and that is The Business Party.

It's not a war on drugs, it's a war on personal freedom.

Any organization created out of fear must create fear to survive.

I am a misanthropic humanist... Do I like people? They're great, IN THEORY.

It’s like we have the bones of animals and the hearts of angels.

Some people love but will never marry each other. Some are married to but have never loved and will never love each other.

He will rattle your cage and then break your heart.

Because of literature we can decipher, at least partially, the hieroglyphic that existence tends to be for the great majority of human beings.

Here the past was everywhere, an entire continent sown with memories.

Biofuels such as ethanol require enormous amounts of cropland and end up displacing either food crops or natural wilderness, neither of which is good.

Nothing short of everything will really do.

Once it has learned to dream the double, the self arrives at this weird crossroad and a moment comes when one realizes that it is the double who dreams the self.

History admires the wise, but elevates the brave.