During the Vietnam War, which lasted longer than any war we've ever been in - and which we lost - every respectable artist in this country was against the war. It was like a laser beam. We were all aimed in the same direction. The power of this weapon turns out to be that of a custard pie dropped from a stepladder six feet high.
It was my full intent as a teenager to smash capitalism and eat dumpster food.
Human agitation, with all the vulgarity of needs small and great, with its flagrant disgust for the police who repress it … that alone determines revolutionary mental forms
I wasn't for Vietnam. When I told that to the hippie newspaper, all my people got nervous.
The rightful claim to dissent is an existential right of the individual.
If I hear someone say something, and they're 100 per cent about it, then it's almost inevitable that I'll take the opposite view. I guess I feel at odds with things like society. Absolutism is always a trigger for me.
Ultimately, I love everything about making games, but I've come to hate everything about conventional sustainability, and I know I'm not alone.
You'll often hear the left lecture about the importance of dissent in a free society.
I have been unsure, from the start, what the Occupy movement was all about, although I did suspect that it was just fatuous, anti-enterprise, left-wingery.
My whole life, I was told that the U.S. was a horrible country.
Has there ever been a society which has died of dissent? Several have died of conformity in our lifetime.
I'll say this about the war protesters: At least most of them are only putting duct tape across their mouths so I can still tell the rest of them to blow it out their ass.
It is not possible for any thinking person to live in such a society as our own without wanting to change it.
I've always been politically minded and against the status quo. It's pretty basic when you're brought up, like I was, to hate and fear the police as a natural enemy and to despise the army as something that takes everybody away and leaves them dead somewhere.
The multitude, who require to be led, still hate their leaders.
