What you forget when you're planning a hijack by yourself is somewhere along the line, you might need to neglect your hostages just long enough so you can use the bathroom.

I suppose it’s comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.

More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself.

The only thing that separates us from the animals... is we have pornography.

I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.

Because tanning and steroids are only a problem if you plan to live a long time.

Everyone holds a certain type of power. For young people, it's their youth, their attractiveness, and their energy. But they're terrified that as those qualities fade, what are they going to replace that form of power with?