By the power of the superglue beer sword, I designate you my driver!

There's a place in the brain for knowing what cannot be remembered.

You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that too much.

In the end, I had to call myself a faggot, which really annoyed me, because 1. I don't think that word should ever be used by anyone, let alone me, and 2. As it happens, I am not gay, and furthermore, 3. Chuck Parson made it out like calling yourself a faggot was the ultimate humiliation, even though there's nothing at all embarrassing about being gay.

Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.

It turns out that, somehow, there are a tremendous number of things to be optimistic about.

As a child I was an inveterate liar. As opposed to now, I am a Novelist.