Sexually progressive cultures gave us literature, philosophy, civilization and the rest, while sexually restrictive cultures gave us the Dark Ages and the Holocaust.

How can two people hate so much without knowing each other?

I love the smell of paper in the morning; it smells like victory.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.

I suppose that the main drive is to find the edge of something and then throw myself over it.

Most of the people who get sent to die in wars are young men who've got a lot of energy and would probably rather, in a better world, be putting that energy into copulation rather than going over there and blowing some other young man's guts out.

There's no such thing as quitting. Just sometimes there's a longer pause between relapses.