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" Courage? That&amp;#039;s facing yourself. Nature never does anything just for fun. It will throw fun in, but nothing is there just for fun. Some people you talk to and the money they have is like a ticker tape coming out of their mouths. I&amp;#039;ve found that men who were famous for making love, in real life and on the screen, had three or four sisters. They grew up in a harem. Hearing their sisters tease and torture boys -- they learned from that.  When the termites swarm, it&amp;#039;s a big pygmy delicacy. I was hanging out with this tribe in the interior of the Congo. This girl and I were tripping along one night in the dark jungle. She looked up at me and held out this swarming hand of bugs. She grabbed one, chewed it, looked at her hand, then looked at me. And so, being from Charleston and having good manners, I took it. Eating termites in the Congo is not like eating chocolate-covered ants. They&amp;#039;re big guys. Two inches long, easy, and half an inch thick. They have big wings. Two pair. You use the wings as chopsticks. They have four legs, with grappling hooks on every foot that they use to hook on to wood. Sharp. You bite the head as he&amp;#039;s coming at you, which stops him from breaking up your lips with those hooks. They&amp;#039;re delicious -- taste like Brazil nuts -- though I didn&amp;#039;t quite taste &amp;#039;em until the seventh one because I was stoned on pygmy white lightning at the time. And thank you for letting me tell that story because it was a great time and I&amp;#039;m happy to remember it. Travel is religious. The closer we get to machines, the less manners we have. Shakespeare is a reason to believe in aliens. Most authors have one idea per book. Shakespeare had two per sentence. A Wrist-Rocket slingshot is one of the all-time great things to have. Dads are real important to little girls. More than laps to sit on. It&amp;#039;s a place to practice your sensuality. It&amp;#039;s an animal that&amp;#039;s not you. You and your mother are we. We are the same animal, come out of the same animal -- which is an awesome connection. But this other rare fruit around, this rare bizarre thing, this mutant DNA -- it&amp;#039;s terribly exciting. Even before you know about sex. A man!  You get smarter as you get older. And what could be better? Being smarter is better than sex. And there was nothing I liked better than sex.  Did I ever punch anybody out when I was a kid? Are you kidding? Daily! I liked to do what boys did. What did you think -- I liked dolls? I liked dolls only to take &amp;#039;em apart and see what the hell made &amp;#039;em tick. I was a doll beheader. A doll serial murderer. I&amp;#039;m always telling girls, &amp;quot;Listen to Granny: Don&amp;#039;t show them the same old face over and over.&amp;quot; No model makes it if she has a big head.  The toughest tribe Bob and I ever lived with was the Karamojong. Northern Uganda. Tough boys. And the girls -- Jesus! They fanged their upper and lower teeth. Filed &amp;#039;em. No guide would go up to meet the Karamojong. But Bob somehow knew that they weren&amp;#039;t going to kill us. And so we went.  We think clothes are more worthy than leaves, which is bullshit. There&amp;#039;s some serious style out there in the bush.  What&amp;#039;s the difference between love and sex? You&amp;#039;ve just gotten to the core of the natural drama. You guys are made to spread the seed. We&amp;#039;re made to snare you off, rope you down, and make you take care of the kids for the next ten years. It&amp;#039;s a constant battle.  Nature&amp;#039;s main job over and over and over is to make a masterpiece. I was a Playboy Bunny for three months. It was a good experience because it taught me pussy power.  I told Henry Kissinger, &amp;quot;No high pussy for you!&amp;quot;  I happen to have known very intimately a couple of octopi in my lifetime. They&amp;#039;re extremely intelligent. Got me hot. I mean, I know it was wrong. And of course I never would have gotten too close. Because they might have gotten hurt worse than me, mentally. The last of its kind is being killed every single day.  Does evolving mean covering every inch of space until there&amp;#039;s nothing but us, roaches, flies, and mosquitoes? Why do we have to evolve like that? All it would take is a little bit of planning by women who can clean house. It&amp;#039;s a difference in thought. We like things nice. We want it beautiful. We want a gorgeous planet. We want everyone fed. We want everyone warm. We&amp;#039;re little dusters. Why get rid of everything but us and the rats? As much as I love pictures, I really love words.  About five years ago, I&amp;#039;d put on five pounds and I had a big, big job coming up. I had to get the weight off fast, so I went to the Duke fat farm. I met some of the biggest guys I&amp;#039;ve ever seen. Four of us formed a gang and hung out. Two were big black guys from Mississippi. One was maybe 670 pounds. Can that be true? I would sit on his knee and it was like a sofa. I don&amp;#039;t like artificial rarity. I like real rarity. Styrofoam should be illegal. Women will be fucked until half of all governments are made up of women.  Osama is a slick movie producer. He just sat there in script meetings and took ideas. These young hotshots would come in and say, &amp;quot;Hey, how about this?&amp;quot; And he&amp;#039;d say, &amp;quot;Okay, I won&amp;#039;t greenlight it, but I&amp;#039;ll give you development money. Two hundred thousand.&amp;quot; And then somebody came in with the long-bow idea. In the face of a ferocious arm, the world changes. I have amnesia from about two minutes before it happened to two and a half weeks afterward. I can remember what the black asphalt looked like. It was new asphalt in this place called Valley of Fire in Nevada, with all these strange mountains. It was like a Road Runner cartoon. A brilliant blue sky. Orange hills. I&amp;#039;m on the back of a large red BMW F650. Evidently, I was going about 110 miles per hour -- faster than I&amp;#039;d ever gone. I wasn&amp;#039;t looking at my speedometer, or else I would have pulled up. Because you can&amp;#039;t drive that fast unless you&amp;#039;re really, really good. And even though I&amp;#039;ve had a bike since I was eighteen, I wasn&amp;#039;t really good. Somebody who saw me said I went too wide on a turn and hit a bunch of rocks and flew twenty feet up in the air on the back of my bike. And then! This is what I want to remember because it&amp;#039;s out of James Bond. They said I jumped and pushed the bike away at the same time. The bike came down and exploded. I came down and hit the side of the mountain and went about 170 feet on my face. Earlier, Jeremy Irons had exchanged my helmet, which didn&amp;#039;t have a visor, for one that did. If I hadn&amp;#039;t had the visor on, the rocks would have taken out my eyes, my nose, my teeth, and probably the prefrontals. They would have carved off the entire front of my head. But because of the visor, all the rocks and dirt got stuffed up my mouth and nose. I think it was Jeremy&amp;#039;s idea to pull the rocks out of my nose. All the men who I was with that day did something that was crucial to saving my life. The entire experience made me realize how big a family I have.  The more complicated an organism is, the worse it is when it goes bad. I have mothers say to me, &amp;quot;Do you think I should let my daughter be a model?&amp;quot; There&amp;#039;s this beautiful, giant, tall girl with her. I&amp;#039;ll say: &amp;quot;How old is she?&amp;quot; The mother will say: &amp;quot;Fourteen.&amp;quot; And I&amp;#039;ll say: &amp;quot;Why don&amp;#039;t you just shoot her?&amp;quot;  You know how Ronald Reagan became president? For ten years on television, he opened the door to a GE refrigerator full of food. I was thirteen when rock &amp;#039;n&amp;#039; roll started. I was eighteen when birth control came over the counter. I was twenty-one when you could get acid that was real, not strychnine, post-Timothy Leary crap. I had a lucky birth date.  It&amp;#039;s fun having good questions because in answering them you always learn about yourself, which is the most fascinating subject around. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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