Hey, you created me! I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!

Parenthood is the opiate of the masses.

On a night without moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

If I turn up suicided in the morning, it was murder.

Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.

I know that when a supersexy older girl with hips and breasts and nice hair wants to take off your glasses and to paint you a smoky eye she's merely trying to enroll you in a beauty contest she's already won. It's a kind of slummy, condescending gesture, like when rich people ask poor people where they summer. To me, this smacks of a blatant, insensitive "let them eat cake" type of chauvinism.