Stepped out into the cold, collar high, under the slate gray sky. The air was smoking and the streets were dry, and I wasn't joking when I said goodbye.

People need something or someone to fasten themselves to in order to reassure themselves that they are real.

When I was four years old they tried to test my IQ, they showed me this picture of three oranges and a pear. They asked me which one is different and does not belong; they taught me different was wrong.

We're led by denial like lambs to slaughter, serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water.

I don't like my language watered down, I don't like my edges rounded off.

I did not design this game; I did not name the stakes. I just happen to like apples; and I am not afraid of snakes.

I love all those great 'f' words - feminism, folk music.