The owner of Mojo's was a suicide blonde, dyed by her own hand.

Oh well, maybe the only beauty left in cities is in the oil slicks on the road and maybe there isn't any beauty left in the people who live in these places.

He unzipped his pants and his brains fell out.

Any woman whose I.Q. hovers above her body temperature must be a feminist.

Seriousness is the refuge of the shallow. There are events and personal experiences that call forth seriousness but they are fewer than most of us think.

... I distrust manifest knowledge.

When the corpses are cleared no new order will emerge. Power, society, relationships, will descend in all their confusion on a new generation. The old, who started this conflagration, will retreat, worn out, the survivors and the young will continue the dance.