I'm having a magenta day. Not just red, but magenta!

Do they see the lethal insanity of a race to the brink of oblivion, and then over the edge? Apparently not. If they did, surely they wouldn't be racing to begin with. Or is it a simple failure of imagination? One doesn't like to think such a rudimentary failing could bring about the end, yet...

Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around.

There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.

I'm one of those people who doesn't really know what he thinks until he writes it down.

What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle.

The past is obdurate. It doesn't want to change.