Unless we have that moment of chaos, followed by the emotional release of realization, nothing will be remembered.

How you're still always trapped. How your head is the cave, your eyes the cave mouth. How you live inside your head and only see what you want. How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning.

I think standardization is really the first step to something being commodified.

There's a moment in every book when the book turns and it surprises me.

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

I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.... I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.

At the last minute, I couldn't wear the Hitler mustache because Tiger Stripe ate it; and then I didn't want to take my kitty and risk his coughing up some big Nazi hairball on someone's front stoop.