Englishmen are so odd. They are like a nest of Chinese boxes. It takes a very long time to get to the centre of them. When one gets there the result is unrewarding, but the process is instructive and entertaining.
I’m tired of all this back-slapping Isn’t-humanity-great bullshit. We’re a virus with shoes, OK? Bill Hicks
Like every species on a roll, we’re gobbling everything in sight until we are fighting and starving in our own effluent.
What really distinguishes homo rapiens from, say, yeast, is that we’re talking about it.
Is there any way to avoid the planet shrugging us off?