“In the extraordinary ancestral compost heap of your unconscious mind, I have burrowed too long.”

“You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.”

“Life is compost.”

“What is mind? A heap of thoughts.”

“Too many of our preferences reflect nasty behaviours and states of mind that were genetically adaptive in the ancestral environment. Instead, wouldn't it be better if we rewrote our own corrupt code?”

“Tomorrow composts today.”

“I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.”

“A book burrows into your life in a very profound way because the experience of reading is not passive.”

“If you don't want to explode with rage, leave your memory alone, abstain from burrowing there.”

“The first thing you have to know about writing is that it is something you must do everyday. There are two reasons for this rule: Getting the work done and connecting with your unconscious mind.”