Hey, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.

This is less teaching than damage control. You may as well paint a house that’s on fire.

Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing.

I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.

Abortion occurs so frequently in my stories. Abortion sort of synthesizes both sex and death. To have sex and death placed as close to one another as possible is always a goal of mine.

Real smarts begin when you quit quoting other people.

In the big factory of perfecting human souls, the Earth was kind of tumbler. The sale as the kind people use to polish rocks. All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. This isn't suffering. It's erosion.