I write about rats because they scare the hell out of me. I think we tend to write out our phobias.

Formula: Second Draft = First Draft minus 10%.

Nobody lives forever, but we all shine on.

I always felt that organized religion was just basically a theological insurance scam where they're saying if you spend time with us, guess what, you're going to live forever, you're going to go to some other plain where you're going to be so happy, you'll just be happy all the time, which is also kind of a scary idea to me.

No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don't.

A person can go along quite awhile if they get a good day every once and again.

Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.