An art studio is made of time.
Saying “like” in every other sentence is contrary to New York values. New York is direct, not circuitous; it doesn’t pad things.
The sin in my generosity to the poor is that I’m buying an avoidance; I’m paying the fear that an anguished person will want to be my friend.
I don’t judge myself by what little I give but by the generosity I withhold.
The problem with average people of high intelligence is feeling they have more license to blend bias and conjecture with reason.
The problem with evolution is evolutionists; they share too many cultural assumptions with their opponents.
I’d rather a thoughtful creationist than a knee-jerk evolutionist.
Every criticism one can level against the average person is summed up by shitty music.
Contradictions are not a sin; they’re evidence of experimentation.
I’m not a workaholic; I merely over-deliver.
If it weren’t for intellectual dishonesty, some people would have no intellect at all.
Those who do well on standardized tests are more likely to follow directions because, in order to do well on standardized tests, you have to follow directions.
I don’t imply things; I say them.
I’ve no animosity toward any gender, race, class, or sexual orientation, but I find all caricatures offensively tedious.
The belief that everyone deserves an opinion on everything destroys the prerequisite distinction between matters of opinion and questions of fact.
For most men, God is the terror of the ego engulfed in endless wishing after an artificial world.