Every time I see a picture of Stalin I look him square in the eye and I say: You're a meat eater, Joseph.

How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.

There is evil! It's actual, like cement. I can't believe it. I can't stand it. Evil is not a view ... it's an ingredient in us. In the world. Poured over us, filtering into our bodies, minds, hearts, into the pavement itself.

Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.

I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has breasts that smile.

I mean, after all, you have to consider we're only made out of dust. That's admittedly not much to go on and we shouldn't forget that. But even considering, I mean it's sort of a bad beginning, we're not doing too bad. So I personally have faith that even in this lousy situation we're faced with we can make it. You get me?

He started keeping a journal - had been, in fact, secretly doing so for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person.