Optimism is the first symptom that any disease is fatal.

Your heart is my piñata.

This is the biggest mistake I could think would save me. I wanted to give up the idea that I had any control. Shake things up. To be saved by chaos. To see if I could cope, I wanted to force myself to grow again. To explode my comfort zone.

Someone bent on suicide won't have much sense of humor left.

And if you can find any way out of our culture, then that's a trap too. Just wanting to get out of the trap reinforces the trap.

He was assaulting the world by assaulting himself.

Some mythological fat asswipe drives our national economy.