Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit.

The world will always punish the few people with special talents the rest of us don’t recognize as real.

I am Joe's Enraged, Inflamed, sense of rejection.

You couldn't have small, dying children in a movie without really bringing everyone down, but you can in comics.

We don't need women. There are plenty other things in the world to have sex with, just go to a sexaholics meeting and take notes. There's microwaved watermelons. There's the vibrating handles of lawn mowers right at crotch level. There's vacuum cleaners and beanbag chairs. Internet sites. All those old chat room sex hounds pretending to be sixteen-year-old girls. For serious, old FBI guys makes the sexiest cyberbabes.

Find good in what the world says is evil.

I'm always trying to reach a transcendent point, a romantic point, but reach it in a really unconventional way, a really profane way. To get to that romantic, touching, heartbreaking place, but through a lot of acts of profanity.