What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God.

Look up at the stars and you're gone.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.

Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.

Sundays tend to be a day where just I do nothing but visit people. It's kind of like trick-or-treating.

I might be a touch of a sadist and a little bit jejune... but at least I'm not a victim, not any longer. I hope. I hope, therefore I am.

All major publishing houses have these big fat biographies sitting there, waiting for people to die. All you have to do is slap on the end and put in on the market. It's that kind of commoditization and completion of your life before you die - and this kind of imposition of a public idea of self that replaces the actual living self - that I find so frightening.