Funny, that no matter where you are in the world, there's always someone eager to help you destroy yourself.

If letters had eyebrows, these would be arched.

So let's start at the very begining (a very good place to start...)

We didn't wish -- wishes are wasted... We didn't hope -- because our future was inevitable... And we didn't pray -- we were on our own.

I don’t know how you look at the inside of your head — what metaphor you choose — but for those of us with endless yawning stretches of interior and nothing but nothing to stop us from getting lost in it, drugs can be wonderfully helpful.

If we're all going to hell in a handbasket, we might as well make it a party on the way down

Tease hair, not homos!