If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?

the world is the cradle and your trap.

you're doomed at being you.

Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

There are only patterns. Patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns, patterns hidden by patterns, patterns within patterns.

Beginning with Santa in infancy, and ending with the Tooth Fairy as the child acquires adult teeth. Or, plainly put, beginning with all the possibility of childhood, and ending with an absolute trust in the national currency.

I always thought I'd write when I retired - when I turned 65. But by the time I was 33, to tell you the truth, I was a little bored with drugs and sex, and I thought I'd do the writing thing.