Today is just one of those days the sun comes out to really humiliate you.

Get through the moment. Avoid confrontation. Run away. That's pretty much how we get through our own lives, watching television. Smoking crap. Self-medicating. Redirecting our own attention. Jacking off. Denial.

To a certain extent everybody has a certain sort of way of being a persona that they learn how to be when they're really little. They figure out that if they're really funny, or really pretty, or if they work really, really hard or are really smart, then that's what's going to get them by. That is what is going to make people like them.

So if reality is all a spell, and you don't really want what you think you want... If you have no free will. You don't really know what you know. You don't really love who you only think you love. What do you have left to live for?

People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become.

Writing is like sex, if it's difficult you're not doing it right.

What do you do when your entire identity is destroyed in an instant? How do you cope when your whole life story turns out to bw wrong?