Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do?

There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.

Hip," I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's---my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.

Greed is good. Sex is easy. Youth is forever.

'Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?' [...] '"When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out and talk to her and be real nice and sweet and treat her right."' I stop finish my J&B in one swallow. 'What does the other part of him think?' Hamlin asks tentatively. 'What her head would look like on a stick...'

What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.

Life is like a typographical error: we're constantly writing and rewriting things over each other.