The average man is a conformist, accepting miseries and disasters with the stoicism of a cow standing in the rain.

Give yourself time in the middle of the afternoon, or when you’re waking up early in the morning, when you’re in that kind of wonderful, euphoric state in-between, on the verge of dreams when you get a kind of nuclear bombardment of all kinds of fragments of ideas jumping around inside your head and hitting each other. They begin to fuse and detonate each other. It’s a very hard thing to describe. You don’t have any control over your mind at a time like that, and you don’t want it, see? Let it run wild! Then watch it remotely at the bottom of your skull. But don’t eat the skull. People eating people. It’s been a rough couple weeks for that.

What’s the point in wasting time on people that you’ll never know.