There is no redemption in a cruel man's love.
That's life. Life is the ultimate game, and its rules were made to be broken
Some people are born to fandom, others have fandom thrust upon them.
She said my glasses made me look like a butch jock's locker room bitch.
She started life with a number, not a name. Class: S, No. 13295. She has them memorized by rote, though nobody ever calls her that. The Scientists feel foolish addressing her in long, bewildering stri...
I'm more than a few neurons shy of a synapse right now, and it feels absolutely fan-fucking-tastic.
Life doesn't come with an eraser. Experiences leave their mark, for better or for worse. Anyone who tells you otherwise has never been hurt.
If one has never known freedom, it is easy to be blind to the gridirons composing one's cell.
What happened out there?”“I almost got quarking toasted by a dragon.”“A dragon,” he repeats, scandalized. “Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?
You may have bought my body, you may even have the papers to prove it, but don't fool yourself into thinking for a moment that my heart and mind were included in the purchase.
He acted like a libertine of Europe with a genteel Southern propriety—and had all the morals of an emotionless psychopath. The two former masked the latter, like leaves covering a snare. You didn't no...
I hope you nail the basta
My book sales are way down today. Also, I've received two scathing reviews. One of them calls me “a purveyor of insipid wet-dreams.
We're so concerned with the idea of what we ought to be that we fail to take into account the things that make us who we really are.
The amount of sympathy you get from having an illness is paid out like a Ponzi scheme and psychiatric disorders are all the way at the bottom.
Life's a party. So smile and eat shit and pretend it's fucking caviar.
What is your collective GPA for this year?”“Not as high as I'd like it to be.”Freud steepled his fingers in front of his mouth. “What about your parents?”“I don't know. They haven't been in school for...
You were a well-respected agent, Michael, a rags-to-riches fairytale ending. Until you became disgraced. Now it appears your own organization wishes to be rid of you. Why is this?”“My gun turned back...
You must be a blast on long car rides.”“Oh, I am. You haven't experienced fun until you try to fuck in the front seat of a Civic.
We both want you dead. I'm bringing the friendship bracelets to the next meeting.
