Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do.

Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.

I never pump up my vulgarity. I wait for it to arrive in its own terms.

Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing

The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.

The human race had always disgusted me. essentially, what made them disgusting was the family-relationship illness, which included marriage, exchange of power and aid, which neighborhood, your district, your city, your county, your state, your nation-everybody grabbing each other's assholes in the Honeycomb of survival out of a fear-animalistic stupidity.