I tagged a first-timer one night at fight club. That Saturday night, a young guy with an angel’s face came to his first fight club, and I tagged him for a fight. That’s the rule. If it’s your first night in fight club, you have to fight. I knew that so I tagged him because the insomnia was on again, and I was in a mood to destroy something beautiful.

Want to talk third-wave feminism, you could cite Ariel Levy and the idea that women have internalized male oppression. Going to spring break at Fort Lauderdale, getting drunk, and flashing your breasts isn't an act of personal empowerment. It's you, so fashioned and programmed by the construct of patriarchal society that you no longer know what's best for yourself. A damsel too dumb to even know she's in distress.

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

All the effort in the world won't matter if you're not inspired.

I want my whole life lined with a topical anesthetic.

Look up at the stars and you're gone.

It's the Marilyn Monroe school of medicine where enough of any drug will cure any disease.