Today we're all alike, all of us bound together by our shared apathy toward work. That very apathy has become a passion. The one great collective passion of our time.

You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's very beautiful. But what would they nourish their intimate talk with? However contemptible the world…

The eye... the point where a person's identity is concentrated.

At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.

'Yeah, man, America wants to see us live, not work. Look at me America, look how Tron is (To the tune of of Stevie Wonder's 'Livin' For The City') livin for th…

Artists shouldn't be made famous. You know... they're just ... as important as... um doctors, and priests ... or maybe not as important sometimes, and yet they…