Everyone has something wrong. And for a while, her heart just sort of flat lined.

Doesn't reincarnation strike you as just another form of procrastination?

What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn't like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that could happen.

Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

Somehow people have been sold on the idea that only professionals can entertain them, that only professionals can sing or tell jokes. And people are cut out of this creativity loop, and creativity is being limited to these large, centralized voices.

...no way could I fall in love. I just couldn't go there yet. Settle for less. I didn't want to process through anything. I didn't want to pick up any pieces. Lower my expectations.