And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.

Life is loneliness, broken only by the gods taunting us with friendship and the odd bonk

You know, there's a 12 step program for gambling. You should look into that. Twelve steps. Coyote laughed. I'll bet I can do it in six.

You're going to break my heart, aren't you?

I've got to think that that was unethical," Joshua said. "Josh, faking demonic possession is like a mustard seed." "How is it like a mustard seed?" "You don't know, do you? Doesn't seem at all like a mustard seed, does it? Now you see how we all feel when you liken things unto a mustard seed? Huh?

We know there's going to be nothing but pain, but we go back again and again.

I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry.