From now on, I'm opting for ontological terrorism.

When was the last time you had a thought that wasn't put there by THEM?

The more I think about it, the more I realize that schools are just factories for turning out robots, that's all. They get you when your small and vulnerable and they take all the human parts away, bit by bit, until you're just a wind-up toy. Turn the key and set it running. And the toy goes to university, gets a job, settles down with someone nice.

The moon is so beautiful. It's a big silver dollar, flipped by God. And it landed scarred side up, see? So He made the world.

If this book has made any point clear, I hope it's that things don't have to be real to be true. Or vice versa.

Sometimes it’s only madness that makes us what we are.

I'm the evil mastermind behind the scenes. I'm the wicked puppeteer who pulls the strings and makes you dance. I'm your writer.