The photographer in my head says: Give me peace. Flash. Give me release. Flash.
Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.
I'm only confrontational with my friends.
Could you hold the chainsaw a bit closer to your mouth, please?
I think it's just a matter of time before everybody realizes that I'm kind of a romance novelist ... that these are all stories about people kind of falling back in love or struggling with relationships. Even Fight Club was just a big romantic ending.
It's all mirror, mirror on the wall because beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power.