If we can come up with all sorts of imaginative ways in which people die, then I really don't see what the problem is with coming up with imaginative ways in which people can procreate.

War is a perversion of sex.

I'm not a particularly dark individual. I have my moments, it's true, but I do have a sense of humor.

None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME.

Nothing's that simple, not even things that are simply awful.

In the sixties, for anybody to suggest that the government didn't have our best interests at heart and policemen sometimes killed people would have automatically made them a radical firebrand lefty. That's not the case anymore.

Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.