As I come to understand Vietnam and what it implies about the human condition, I also realize that few humans will permit themselves such an understanding.
We are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.
It’s early days. A few skeletons are bound to keep jumping out of the closet.
Nothing’s that simple, not even things that are simply awful.
The superman exists and he’s American.
It’s cold and it’s mean spirited and I don’t like it here anymore.
I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their heroin and child pornography.
Now everything is wonderful and hazardous and nothing’s hypothetical.
Famously, there’s not really anywhere to go after nihilism. It’s not progressing toward anything, it’s a statement of outrage, however brilliant.
Art makes us feel less alone. It makes us think: somebody else has thought this, somebody else has had these feelings.
As far as I can see, it’s not important that we have free will, just as long as we have the illusion of free will to stop us going mad.
A lot of the critique of our growing mechanization was actually at its strongest, and arguably at its most perceptive, during the late ’60s.
I don’t really think that very much is interesting about the superhero as an archetype.
Culture is just a shambling zombie that repeats what it did in life; bits of it drop off, and it doesn’t appear to notice.
I think that the Occupy movement is, in one sense, the public saying that they should be the ones to decide who’s too big to fail.
To some degree Satanism is purely a kind of disease of Christianity. You’ve got to really be Christian to believe in Satan.
The roots of the word ‘anarchy’ are ‘an archos,’ ‘no leaders,’ which is not really about the kind of chaos that most people imagine when the word ‘anarchy’ is mentioned. I think that anarchy is, to the contrary, about taking personal responsibility for yourself.
I didn’t really sign up to be a celebrity, I only signed up to be a writer.
All culture must have arisen from cult.
I don’t think any of us grew up into the world we were hoping for or expecting.