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 know that pain is the most important thing in the universes. Greater than survival, greater than love, greater even than the beauty it brings about. For without pain, there can be no pleasure. Without sadness, there can be no happiness. Without misery there can be no beauty. And without these, life is endless, hopeless, doomed and damned. Adult. You have become adult.

Love ain't nothing but sex misspelled.

I usually say I write for the smartest, cleverest, wittiest audience I know, and that's me.

When you're a writer, you have to have the passion and the skill and the craft. It's not just enough to have the passion. You've gotta have all three.

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

The world is turning into a cesspool of imbeciles.