It really seems to me that in the midst of great tragedy, there is always the horrible possibility that something terribly funny will happen.

I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.

In a nutshell-I fear authority but at the same time I resent it-the authority and my own fear. So I rebel.

Emigrate or Degenerate.

I am a reader. I am a writer. People assume I do these things to escape. You couldn't be more right. I'm escaping a world I don't like. A world I have no control in. In this world, I am nothing. I am a color, a height, a weight, a number. But in the world of books and writing, I am amazing. I am powerful. I am different. People are better. Worlds are endless. Change is possible. Life is manageable.

It is amazing that when someone else spouts the nonsense you yourself believe you can readily perceive it as nonsense

Why is love so good...? You love someone and they leave. They come home one day and you say "What's happening?" and they say, "I got a better offer someplace else," and there they go, out of your life forever, and after that until you're dead you're carrying around this huge hunk of love with no one to give it to. And if you do find someone to give it to, the same thing happens all over.