The only thing that separates us from the animals... is we have pornography.

Abortion occurs so frequently in my stories. Abortion sort of synthesizes both sex and death. To have sex and death placed as close to one another as possible is always a goal of mine.

I spent my life attacking everything because I was too afraid to risk creating anything.

I'm working harder than I have ever worked in my entire life, but what the hell, my life is my job now, and my job is my life and that's the way it should be.

Which is worse, hell or nothing?

How I feel is cheap and used, dirty and humiliated. Dirty and tricked and thrown away.

Tyler lies back and asks, "If Marilyn Monroe were alive right now, what would she be doing?" I say, goodnight. The headliner hangs down in shreds from the ceiling and Tyler says, "Clawing at the lid of her coffin.