We know there's going to be nothing but pain, but we go back again and again.
It's wildly irritating to have invented something as revolutionary as sarcasm, only to have it abused by amateurs.
Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.
Love: the sickest of Ironyโs sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die.
Shoes off in the whale! And don't try and make a break for the anus.
Not unlike the toaster, I control darkness.