I don't see why someone should lose their life just so you can have a snack.

What was alien was being ordinary, being humdrum, being trapped into appeasing...having to crush and stifle my opinions, not being allowed to be brilliant, tricking myself into mediocrity.

I don't get my authority from this preexisting paradigm which is quite narrow and only serves a few people. I look elsewhere for alternatives that might be of service to humanity.

The priority of any addict is to anaesthetise the pain of living to ease the passage of day with some purchased relief.

People don't throw your bags out of windows because of lies; they throw them out because of the truth.

Say I feel all sad and self-indulgent, then get stung by a wasp, my misery feels quite abstract and I long just to be in spiritual pain once more - 'damn you tiny assassin, clad in yellow and black, how I crave my former innocence where melancholy was my only trial'.

People who say the system works work for the system.