One thing you’ll say for skeletons, they’ll always give you a smile.

Originality irritates so obscurely that people may have to evolve to scratch it.

Hang up the phone on a vampire, the definition of carefree.

From space this Earth is incandescent with abominations - the gods write their signature in our entrails

Satire works in a bunch of specific ways, like a very precisely-geared bomb. It's a bit like something that looks harmless, and you swallow it, but once it's inside you it's too late, and it triggers, blowing up. And it's your specific inner beliefs and faulty arguments that trigger a satire bomb. If your arguments work, the bomb doesn't trigger, it doesn't need to.

He has been positively growing tusks trying to create a breed of human insect which will continue to live on this accursed planet. Everyone needs a goal.

Sanity’s a virginity of the mind