Why do people have to build such depressing places? I'm not saying that every nook and cranny of the world has to be beautiful, but does it have to be this ugly?

I wonder what ants do on rainy days?

Reality's just the accumulation of ominous prophecies come to life. All you have to do is open a newspaper on any given day to weigh the good news versus the bad news, and you'll see what I mean.

As long as I kept my body moving I could forget about the emptiness inside.

I write weird stories. I don't know why I like weirdness so much ... But when I write, I write weird. That's very strange. When I'm getting more and more serious, I'm getting more and more weird.

I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.

Young people these days don't trust anything at all. They want to be free.