Abortion is an atrocity. Those who practice or praise it are either damn idiots, misguided fools, or treacherous devils.

Blood doesn't make you family. Hell, an only child can bleed. It's the sharing of pain that makes you family. 'Cause, you can't really love a brother or sister until you know that they're as scarred and broken as you are. And, hey, if you grow up with a father like mine and you aren't at least a little scarred and broken, well then, that's not your father. You were spawned by an entirely different guy.

Sisters ruin everything. It's in their job description.

Psychiatrist are like mind hookers. Give them 200 dollars and they just screw with your head.

I don't fail. I succeed at finding out what doesn't work.

The closer you get to death, the more alive you feel. Dylan Thomas wrote, Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. My dad always taught me to live like that. Dad wrote a poem too. It goes, Dune buggies. Woohoo!

Everyone's a racist. It's the one thing that makes us all the same.