You kill strangers deliberately so you don't accidentally kill the people you love.

I'm giving you my life to prove to myself I can, I really can love somebody. Even when I'm not getting paid, I can give love and happiness and charm. You see, I can handle the baby food and the not talking and being homeless and invisible, but I have to know that I can love somebody. Completely and totally, permanently and without hope of reward, just as an act of will, I will love somebody.

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

It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.

Where would Jesus be if no one had written the gospels?

If you ask me, most people have children just as their own enthusiasm about life begins to wane.

Burn the Louvre, and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.