Contempt for the world is what allows me to continue living in it.

I find it hard living in a day and age where people are unwilling to accept who they really are.

Our lives are repetitious shams-every single day a simulacrum of the previous day. So for Man, he is out to pepper his daily activities with different things-he's fighting against boredom.

In life there are no winners, only assholes with Swiss Bank Accounts.

Living aboard one's sailboat and having neither house nor vehicle nor job, and needing none, would be hubris—the most arrogant presumption—and therefore suitable punishable by the gods. One would be drowned by Poseidon early on and die extremely happy.

People no longer live by sun and moon, by wind and stars, but by some slyly contrived conventions known as clocks and calendars.