places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you notice that?

Sundays kill more people than bombs.

I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.

There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.

Something that never happens anywhere at any time.