A comedy ends with a wedding, and a tragedy ends with a funeral: you always have to juxtapose sex and death.

What I mean is sometimes, for an artist, chronic pain can be a gift.

This would be...a book that would be a trapdoor down into some place dark. A place only you could go, alone, when you opened the cover. Because only books have that power.

Self improvement is masturbation.

I spend most of my life just listening to people.

I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.... I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.

You could go church and you could describe your worst behavior, your worst self, and despite your worst behavior you would be forgiven and then redeemed and then accepted back into the community through communion. So you didn't have to carry this burden your entire life. Once a week you went someplace you went someplace where you could really look terrible and be loved despite how terrible you were.