When a writer is swayed with his fame and his fortune, you can float him down the river with the turds.

The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.

I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.

you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.

A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class

We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.