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.

It's just the biggest mistake I could think to make

You grow up to become living proof of your parents' limitations. Their less-than masterpiece.

Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.

It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

Tell the world what scares you most. Save the world with some advice from the future.

I think it's just a matter of time before everybody realizes that I'm kind of a romance novelist ... that these are all stories about people kind of falling back in love or struggling with relationships. Even Fight Club was just a big romantic ending.