What are you reading for?

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.

Could you imagine a windstorm without the rustling of the leaves? You are made of the same stuff as the leaves–and the wind. You are meant to be rustled and sung.

...consider yourself a functional character in someone else's novel - a background character - a person on the street - that's the perspective ...

Siri, what is the meaning of life? She answers: To think about questions like this. Huh. Good one.

I, too, am beginning to feel an immense need to become a savage and create a new world.

In my preaching the shafts are ever aimed at the brainwashed horde.

My freedom consists in my moving about within the narrow frame that I have assigned myself for each one of my undertakings.

We became somewhat household names really quickly, within a matter of - what? - three, four months. So it's hard to get used to, and it's really sometimes hard to understand.

What’s the point of being bad when there’s nothing good to stop you?

Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.