When I was growing up, I thought I’d be a lot happier if I was famous and successful and if I had money.
I think all of us are living in denial of our spiritual nature as we continue to participate in the material world even though we know we’re destroying the planet we live on.
I keep hearing in my head “you are the Messiah, you are the Messiah”. I think there’s something wrong with my headphones.
We continue to be spilled on by consumerism even though we know it doesn’t make us happy.
Democracy is a gleaming Excalibur – let’s not use it just to mend the toaster.
The economy is just a metaphorical device, it’s not real. That’s why it’s got the word con in it.
The way I’ve been with drink and drugs suggests I have a tendency to get addicted to things.
I don’t mind having a reputation as a serious and spiritual person. I think that would be a nice reputation to have.
Life is not a theme park, and if it is, the theme is death.
Thus another friendship was dashed on the cruel rocks amid the storm of my self-destruction.
Normally, I’m good at first dates, ’cause that’s the only date I ever have, so I know how to control it and be confident.
Sometimes, as a comedian, a line will come to you, that is so beautiful, so perfect, that you think: I did not create this line. This line belongs to all of us. Surely this is a line of God.
As a person I’m a little more doubtful, introspective and analytical.
Everyone has their own mantra.
No one shuts their laptop after looking at pornography and says, ‘What a productive time I just spent connecting with the world!’
Turns out it was mostly a lie. But, at least for a short while, it was a beautiful one.
When you bump into your own mom at an orgy, it’s hard not to get her to read into certain things.
I used to binge-eat and make myself throw up. I was a fat kid. Obviously I didn’t quite master the bulimia.
A buddy of mine was addicted to heroin and he told me that people who say quitting cigarettes is harder than quitting heroin are wrong.
The one measure of true love is: you can insult the other. – Slavoj Zizek.