It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.

I looked around the store and what I saw was not very encouraging. There were rows and rows of violent toys...aisle after aisle of training devices for recreational slaughter. No wonder our world was such a mean and violent place...if we teach children that killing is fun, can we really be surprised if now and then someone is smart enough to learn?

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.

And as we should all know by now, anytime you predict failure you have an excellent chance of being right.

The faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception.

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

Anybody can be charming if they don't mind faking it, saying all the stupid, obvious, nauseating things that a conscience keeps most people from saying. Happily, I don't have a conscience. I say them.