Also consider that someday, when you’re dead and rotted, kids with their baby teeth will sit in their time-geography class and laugh about how stupid you were.

I'm a toxic waste byproduct of God's creation.

Your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct.

Maybe it's just a daughter's job to piss off her mother.

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

You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?

I spent my life attacking everything because I was too afraid to risk creating anything.