It's obsequious little nicety-nice girls like me who allow assholes to run the world: Miss Harlot O'Harlots, billionaire phony tree huggers, hypocrite drug-snorting, weed-puffing peace activists who fund the mass-murdering drug cartels and perpetuate crushing poverty in dirt-poor banana republics. It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

some soap opera, you know, real people pretending to be fake people with made-up problems being watched by real people to forget their real problems.

If you ask me, reincarnation is just another way to procrastinate.

A writer’s job is to cultivate what can go wrong.

I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

I don't care what they do with my book so long as the flippin check clears.

No, it's not fair, but what makes Earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough. It won't help the situation for you to get all upset.