Imagine how you’d feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn’t stand.
I am Jack's broken heart.
Arson, kidnapping, I think I'm up to murder. Maybe all this will get me just a glimmer of attention, not the good, glorious kind, but still the national media kind.
Anything you can acquire is only another thing you'll lose.
A cigarette, a sip, a question; breathing, drinking and asking, she demonstrates all the basic applications for the human mouth.
What is the real purpose behind the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus? They seem like greater steps toward faith and imagination, each with a payoff. Like cognitive training exercises.
I am the cause of all my upsets. I am my worst enemy.
When they were in school, Peter used to say that everything you do is a self-portrait. It might look like 'Saint George and the Dragon' or 'The Rape of the Sabine Women,' but the angle you use, the li...
You know how both life and porno movies end. The only difference is life starts with the orgasm.
Some of the best ideas I get seem to happen when I'm doing mindless manual labor or exercise. I'm not sure how that happens, but it leaves me free for remarkable ideas to occur.
People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together and they were scared of being alone.
We live and we die and anything else is just delusion. it's just passive chick bullshit about feelings and sensitivity. Just made-up subjective emotional crap. There is no soul. There is no God. There...
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice person.
These are Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I am Tyler's mouth. I am Tyler's hands.
There are lots of things we don't want to know about the people we love.
The whole world is a disaster waiting to happen.
The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems.
The first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.
The dreaming world, they'd think we were crazy. Those people still in bed, they'd be asleep another hour, then washing their faces, under their arms, and between their legs, before going to the same w...
The club is too loud to talk, so after a couple of drinks, everyone feels like the centre of attention but completely cut off from participating with anyone else. You're the corpse in an English murde...