There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything. You have to find out by what happens to you, how you will react. I'll have to use a strange term here... "good." I don't know where it comes from, but I feel that there's an ultimate strain of goodness born in each of us. I don't believe in God, but I believe in this "goodness" like a tube running through our bodies. It can be nurtured. It's always magic, when on a freeway packed with traffic, a stranger makes room for you to change lanes... it gives you hope.

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.

I was an Agnostic. Agnostics didn't have much to argue about.

Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.

Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that