I don't really get hate mail, which surprises me, but people have better things to do than to write hate mail to somebody who writes a book about hating everything, I guess.

One day I will rule the world with a goat by my side!

I like not being dead. Anything beyond that is just icing on the cake.My undead cake of livingness.

I am the rightful heir to the flaming global throne of evil. I WILL TAKE THIS WORLD AS MINE, so if you people could just cooperate it would be very nice.

I don't go to things because I want to see violence, I go to things because I want to see them handled well.

Trust me, I know what self loathing is. But to kill myself? That would put a damper on my search for answers. Not at all productive.

I don't kill people. Perhaps it's just another inhibition to do away with it. Perhaps not. There's really no way of telling. It's possible I've just never been able to well up enough interest in any person to care long enough to end their life. I'd much rather avoid them altogether. Most of them. It's 4 A.M. and the sky is beautiful up and away from this room and this bed and the oppressive inevitability of sleep. I HATE SLEEP. But sleep always comes (that, or madness).