My philosophy of life is that the meek shall inherit nothing but debasement, frustration, and ignoble deaths.

They change scapegoats at the networks more regularly than some people change socks.

Posing the question: does the god of love use underarm deodorant, vaginal spray and fluoride toothpaste?

And we passed through the cavern of rats. And we passed through the path of boiling steam. And we passed through the country of the blind. And we passed through the slough of despond. And we passed through the vale of tears. And we came, finally, to the ice caverns.

I see all. I hear all. I know all. And I spend a great deal of time in the bathroom.

What I try to write about are the darkest things in the soul, the mortal dreads... The closer I get to the burning core of my being, the things which are most painful to me, the better is my work.

I will use big words from time to time, the meanings of which I may only vaguely perceive, in hopes such cupidity will send you scampering to your dictionary: I will call such behavior 'public service'.