Skin color or the shape of one’s nose cannot be the criteria upon which individuals are judged. Black is not beautiful; it’s racist. Being African-American, conscious of your culture, fascinated by your history, this is beautiful – and really has nothing to do with putting a color chart next to your face.

Reality is fatal whereas fantasy is something to die for.

Those who jump out of airplanes do not love life – they deny it, which, of course, is not done without a certain naughty exhilaration. Like children they relish tugging on the apron of Mother Nature, as long as she doesn’t turn and slap them.

Reflection is nothing more than what it sounds, and pondering one’s own life is about as productive as talking to one’s image in a mirror: both acts are egocentric and neither produces a dialog. People who talk to themselves in public are not self-actualized; they’re crazy.

Humanity is as horrified and repulsed by real nature as it is by real death. Thus, we strike back against this formidable opponent with our sharpest weapon: our imagination. From this noble tool – born of necessity and elevated to beauty – culture was born, and the war against nature begun.

Those who take thinking seriously have a serious problem – ignorance and arrogance commingle.

Culture preaches monogamy while Nature repeats it – over and over again.

If death is perfect enlightenment, life appears to be the perfect opposite.

When hunting a Maltese Falcon, catch it, but don’t scratch it!

Sexual harassment is using what Nature gave us to take what isn’t ours. It’s an act of violence not only against an individual, but the group – and it inevitably meets with the wrath of the group.