Surround Yourself With What You Love.

I Can Remember Staring At The Orphanage And Feeling Envy.

I Don't Consider Myself A Cynic. I Think Of Myself As A Skeptic And A Realist.

We Think In Language. We Think In Words. Language Is The Landscape Of Thought.

All The Wrong Things For All The Wrong Reasons. Sometimes People Just Want To Feel Different. And So Long As Third World Peasants Are Poor They Will Send Us Drugs, And As Long As We Are Empty We Will Ask For This Little Plant.

The Enjoyment Has Been Diminishing. Now, There's No Question That It's Sort Of Fun To Get High.