When I see gurgling retarded children (that's God's doing, by the way, not mine) happily styling their hair with their own stinking mards, I think of Adam in those pre-marital days. I know he's your great-to-the-nth-degree-granddad and all - but I'm afraid he was rather an imbecile.

I'm in love, truly, madly, deeply in love with perception.

I'm an American. We're a people diseased with progress.

Renounce love and you can achieve demonic focus.

One day the ordinariness will be terminally punctuated by the extraordinary full stop of death.

Once you've stopped loving someone breaking his or her heart's just an unpleasant chore you have to get behind you. My God, you really don't love me anymore, do you? No matter your decency the victim's incredulity's potentially hilarious. You manage not to laugh.

When you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.