Off-camera lives are unverifiable.

Prayer is a practical strategy, the gaining of temporal advantage in the capital markets of Sin and Remission.

In a crisis the true facts are whatever other people say they are.

Explain me to myself, you’ll make me choke on my lunch. Feel sympathy for me, I’ll puke monkey blood on your understated shoes.

Dying was just an extended version of Ash Wednesday.

The world is full of abandoned meanings. In the commonplace I find unexpected themes and intensities.

Human existence had to have a deeper source than our own dank fluids. Dank or rank. There had to be a force behind it, a principal being who was and is and ever shall be.