If you make people laugh too much, their blood becomes - I believe it is acidic as opposed to alkaline. It changes the oxygen level in the blood, and people are likelier to pass out at that point.

The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.

Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.

Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

We live and we die and anything else is just a delusion.

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will fuck you up, every time.

What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher.