I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak.

I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.

I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrifying, like madness, being tortured...with an informed and intelligent mind.

A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals.

If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.

If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit.