Love: the sickest of Irony’s sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die.

She was an alien, really - a sort of eating, pooping, tantrum machine - and he didn't understand anything about her species.

Sweetheart, wake up; you've destroyed the house and I need you to suffer for it.

Most of us don't live our lives with one, integrated self that meets the world, we're a whole bunch of selves.

If you like what you're reading, I probably wrote it.

They want to be tied up, I tie them up. They want to be spanked, I spank them. They want to be called names, I call them names. But try and drink a little of their blood, and they scream like babies. What about my needs?

When I teach seminars, I tell people, Your stuff has to look like something thats out there, because otherwise nobody will take a chance on you.