After long enough, everyone in the world will be you enemy.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

All major publishing houses have these big fat biographies sitting there, waiting for people to die. All you have to do is slap on the end and put in on the market. It's that kind of commoditization and completion of your life before you die - and this kind of imposition of a public idea of self that replaces the actual living self - that I find so frightening.

Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

Your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct.

It's easy to attack and destroy an act of creation. It's a lot more difficult to perform one.

In good old Colonial Dunsboro, masochism is a valuable job skill. It is in most jobs.