Do you hate people?”“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.

You can't overestimate the stupidity of the general public.

There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine. Nobody would fuck with me. I could go into a cell for months of meditation where I wouldn't have to look at anybody and they could just send in the wine.

The human race had always disgusted me. essentially, what made them disgusting was the family-relationship illness, which included marriage, exchange of power and aid, which neighborhood, your district, your city, your county, your state, your nation-everybody grabbing each other's assholes in the Honeycomb of survival out of a fear-animalistic stupidity.

Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I've got to live with these fuckers for the rest of my life, I thought.

people diminish me; the longer I sit and listen to themthe more empty I feel but I don't getthe idea that they feel empty, I feelthat they enjoy the sound from theirmouths.

we are the sickest of the breed--as fine museums--great art--generations of knowledge--are all forgottenas we find profundity in being anasshole--

Are you sick now?""No.""Then what's wrong?""I don't like people.""Do you think that's right?""Probably not.