Democracy is the fig leaf of elitism.

We worship education but hate learning. We worship success but hate the successful. We worship fame but hate the famous.

Never look on the bright side. The glare is blinding.

Time has lost all meaning in that nightmare alley of the Western world known as the American mind. We wallow in nostalgia but manage to get it all wrong. True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories... but American-style nostalgia is about as ephemeral as copyrighted d?j? vu.

A home without a grandmother is like an egg without salt.

Resistance to team play seemed to pour like wet cement through my bones, displacing supple marrow, until I was ballasted with my own contempt.

Why do I hate people? Who else is there to hate?