It's ironic that in our culture everyone's biggest complaint is about not having enough time; yet nothing terrifies us more than the thought of eternity.

My tragic view of life... leads me to have little patience with the chronic complaining I hear in modern society from people who have so much yet act as if life and society have conspired to oppress them.

I felt if I went chronologically, I'd get bogged down in childhood and that's part of our culture of complaint in America. This endless wailing about your childhood.

The thing that's extremely irritating to us is that in 20, 21 years, there never has been a complaint.

That's what I'm told every time I make a complaint. 'Shut up and draw Lola. Everything is going to be OK.' I don't think it's going to be OK this time.

Born again?! No, I'm not. Excuse me for getting it right the first time.