People think they know what they want but they generally don't. Sometimes if they're lucky they'll get it anyways.

You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you.

When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different.

Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence.

What deity in the realms of dementia, what rabid god decocted out of the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised a keeping place for souls so poor as is this flesh. This mawky worm-bent tabernacle.

What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering?

Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else.