I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.

Hate eats the hater the way ogres eat little boys.

I recently bought a cat, but took it back a day later because our personalities clashed.

The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.

Freedom!- is the fatuous jingle of our civilization, but only those deprived of it have the barest inkling re: what the stuff actually is.

A life spent shaping a world I want Jackson to inherit, not one I fear Jackson shall inherit, this strikes me as a life worth the living.

Go to hell, Willy, our souls eat poetry, but one has seven deadly sins to feed!