Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?

But maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men.

I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and I’d turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red.

I learned to read very early so I could read the comics, which I then started to draw.

Heroes need monsters to establish their heroic credentials. You need something scary to overcome.

If I am good enough and quiet enough, perhaps after all they will let me go; but it’s not easy being quiet and good, it’s like hanging on to the edge of a bridge when you’ve already fallen over; you don’t seem to be moving, just dangling there, and yet it is taking all your strength.

I hope that people will finally come to realize that there is only one 'race' - the human race - and that we are all members of it.