Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.

History is filled with brilliant people who wanted to fix things and just made them worse.

You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life.

A short story is something that you can hold in your mind. You can really analyze how the entire thing works, like a machine

We hear the ambient noise of children singing. We hear lions and tigers roar. Hyenas laugh. Some jungle bird or howler monkey declares its existence, screeching a maniac's gibberish. Our entire world, always doing battle against the silence and obscurity of death.

Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.

Actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead.