I think my music tastes keep changing, so I think the music I make changes a little bit.
Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.
I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
Before the Second World War I believed in the perfectibility of social man; that a correct structure of society would produce goodwill; and that therefore you could remove all social ills by a reorganisation of society. . . . . but after the war I did not because I was unable to. I had discovered what one man could do to another. . . I must say that anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head. . .
We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.
What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
I'm not quite sure,this is the issue that is on the minds of the American people right now, who basically want to make sure that Donald Trump keeps the promises that he made when he said he was not going to cut Social Security and Medicare.
This is getting funner.
Do you ever wonder why things have to turn out the way they do?
I was slipping, man, and it was definetly time to get a grip.