You can't blame me. I mean that literally. You're incapable of blaming me. You're human. Being human is choosing freedom over imprisonment, autonomy over dependency, liberty over servitude. You can't blame me because you know (come on, man, you've always known) that the idea of spending eternity with nothing to do except praise God is utterly unappealing. You'd be catatonic after an hour. Heaven's a swiz because to get in you have to leave yourself outside. You can't blame me because -- now do please be honest with yourself for once -- you'd have left, too.

The message is clear: By all means become an abomination -- but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

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

I suppose the word "unbearable" is a lie by definition. Unless you kill yourself immediately after using it.

Nothing holds love together like shared vice or collusive perversion.

I don't know how one should live - but I know that one should live.

No artist knows everything... but since every artist knows more than he can tell, all art is lying by omission.