Look up at the stars and you're gone.

I don't remember the hotel rooms or the airports but I always remember the events.

Not everything is about money. You didn't even say, hello. You are not your sad little wallet.

Men are destroyed for being rebellious, and women destroy themselves by failing to be rebellious. Unless you can make that next jump to either getting along with people or resisting people, you are ultimately destroying yourself.

Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy.

Suicide is very contagious.

It's obsequious little nicety-nice girls like me who allow assholes to run the world: Miss Harlot O'Harlots, billionaire phony tree huggers, hypocrite drug-snorting, weed-puffing peace activists who fund the mass-murdering drug cartels and perpetuate crushing poverty in dirt-poor banana republics. It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.