People Don't Realize That The Future Is

Animals, Children, And The Working Class Comprise The Company In Which I'll Feel Most At Ease.

Revolt In Whatever Way We Want, With The Spontaneity Of The London Rioters, With The Certainty And Willingness To Die Of Religious Fundamentalists Or With The Twinkling Mischief Of The Trickster... Take To The Streets, Together, With The Understanding That The Feeling That You Aren't Being Heard Or Seen Or Represented Isn't Psychosis; It's Government Policy.

I'm Buying Things For People I Don't Even Know. I'm Like Willy Wonka, But More Manipulative. Imagine If Willy Wonka Had A Devious Goal.

People Don't Throw Your Bags Out Of Windows Because Of Lies; They Throw Them Out Because Of The Truth.

Even In Name, He Seems Like A Victorian Oddity. "igor, Fetch 'the Crouch' From The Catacombs, We're Going To The Graveyard".