"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."
"Last night, I was talkin to this other comic and he was telling me how he likes the pope. 'Ya know, I like the pope. I like this guy. He says he's cool with atheists, they don't mind if gay people get married, and blah blah blah.' That's because they're hemorrhaging cash in the fuckin west in the northern hemisphere. It's a business. They're only adding people down in South America, but as far as up here they're fucked. They're losing people day by day, so they have to adjust their message."
"This notion of eternity, this notion of nothing matters here but matters over the long haul, in the afterlife, because the bulk of our experience is after we die; this religious idea actually robs life of its meaning. It doesn't bring meaning to life. It renders meaningless all of the precious moments we have while alive. This is the only life we are certain of, and it is continually ending. It not only ends in death but it ends in each moment and things change. And that makes each moment precious."
"‘Unless experience lasts forever, there is no point. It means nothing.’ Just try to map this onto your life: every good meal you' had, every pleasant experience as opposed to an unpleasant one, every relationship, none of it means anything, because it ends. A good movie is meaningless — it’s no better than a bad movie — because it ends. This is a strange idea, that unless we disappear into infinity with our experience, there is no difference between the most sublime happiness and the most abject suffering. I think when you actually try to connect with that intuition, it’s strange and really insupportable in our moment-to-moment experience. We care very deeply about the character of our experience. In fact, it is the only thing we can care about."
"In the whole world there's only two kinds of jobs. There's a job you take a shower before you go to work in the morning, and there's a job where you take a shower when you come home from work at night. And the world needs both of us."
"When you make something, when you go through the process, all the steps, and at the end you have a finished product that you made with your own hands out of your own mind that is your own design, it's a reflection of your soul."
"I do think all politics is tribal. And just as some people are dog people and others are cat people, some have a chip in their brain to be Democrats and others to be Republicans. We have Kennedy; you have Reagan. We have marijuana; you have Metamucil. We want gays in the military; you want them in the airport restroom."
"Here we are a year after 20 elementary school children were literally blown to pieces in their classrooms. And the president stood there a few days later and said, 'I will take action.' And here we are a year later and absolutely nothing has been done. Nothing. No background checks brought in, no ban on assault weapons, no ban on high capacity magazines. Nobody in Washington has done anything to try and prevent this from happening again."
"I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air--
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath--
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous."
"The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light."