The highest truths a person could discover were rooted in the natural world.

I don't like myself you know. I love myself. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.

I don't believe in anything and that makes me stronger than you think

I am deeply discouraged by Catholic Bishops who say Catholics cannot support same sex marriage in our secular culture.

And when a strong man is sweet, even Goddesses look down from Mount Olympus.

What does all this mean finally, I kept asking like a college kid. Why does it make me want to cry? Maybe it’s that we are all outsiders, we are all making our own unusual way through a wilderness of normality that is just a myth.

It was over now, and the meaningless world was tolerable and need not be explained. And never would it be, and how foolish I had ever been to think so.