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

Schools of science and physics replacing each other at a faster and faster rate. Just the nature of our world is constant revision, constant...negation of previous beliefs, and so...the whole world is a twist ending. Every week is a twist ending.

Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.

The police are asking through the bedroom door, why did I make a batch of strawberry daiquiris before I called them? Because we were out of raspberries. Because, can't they see, it just does not matter. Time was not of the essence.

You can tell a more over-the-top incredible story if you use a nonfiction form.

We kind of deny the stages of life.

I always really curious to see how people interpret things. I know my version, and I'm kind of bored with my version so I want to see their version.