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

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.

Now this is the first rule of fight club: There is nothing a blue collar Nobody in Oregon with a public school education can imagine that a million-billion people haven't already done.

Where would Jesus be if no one had written the gospels?

The money is in television. Books are not the dominant medium of our time, so fewer people will create them. In a sad way, books have become a form of "comfort food" we expect to lull us to sleep.

I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.

Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.