...and she said we all had to find God inside ourselves, in the things we loved most.

when there's an elephant in the room, you can't pretend it isn't there and just discuss the ants.

That's what I love about writing. Once you get the words down on paper, in print, they start to make sense. It's like you don't know what you think until it dribbles from your brain down your arm and into your hand and out through your fingers and shows up on the computer screen, and you read it and realize: That's really true; I believe that.

...and she said we all had to find God inside ourselves, in the things we loved most.

well, it sounds strange, but when i think of God, i think of a soft whirring noise - like a spinning ball of energy - something i can tap into when i need it.

nobody is like anybody else. that's why nobody gets along with anybody else.

It's a lie, you know, to pretend that nothing is important to you. It's hiding. Believe me, I know because I hid for a long time. But now I won't do it anymore. The truth is bioluminescent. I don't lie, and I don't waste time on people who do.