I'm a literary dude and culinarian.
"Some people are preoccupied with the symbolism of their dreams and with who they might have been in past incarnations and with where their souls are going after they die, but I never think about any of that shit. I just love this earth."
Or how about this:
"My mood? Fuck the whales! This too is nature - all of it, and maybe when I get back to Seattle I'll place a personal in the Weekly, truthfully saying, like most do, that I'm into nature, the woods and long walks, red wine and fires and poetry, philosophizing and fucking, the dawn light and the starry night, and all the other inadequate and hugely depressing analogues for unique and heightened sensitivity."