You know how both life and porno movies end. The only difference is life starts with the orgasm.

Everyone is equal and everyone is forced to participate; you can't just be a spectator.

We all have some proper noun to blame.

Really, just looking around, you feel a twinge of pity for the poor souls who succeeded in getting past the Pearly Gates. One can't help but picture the lackluster VIP lounge in Heaven, a kind of nonalcoholic ice-cream social starring Harriet Beecher Stowe and Mahatma Gandhi. Hardly anyone's idea of a "with-it" social register.

The only thing I shy away from is non-consensual violence. I can't write a story where someone is a simple victim because it's boring.

First your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.

People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event. Now their lives are more about the past than their future.