I am gone tomorrow. And there and gone again by the time you read this.

Unfortunately, our minds are our greatest assets, and our biggest flaws.

She lives on the fumes of whiskey and the iron in the blood of her prey.

Pastor McFucking Bride this . . . Pastor McFucking Bride that. Fuck him!

Income tax returns are the most imaginative fiction being written today.

He judged the instant and let go; he flung himself loose into the stars.

She's dead. So is your fat pansy. You can be dead, too, if you want.

Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.

That was a stupid idea I made up while drunk. Why did someone build that?

What we often take to be the new is simply the old under some novel form.

all we see today in name of love it not that lust is sold in name of love

Truth in her dress finds facts too tight. In fiction she moves with ease.

Have a smile on your face for everyone you meet, and a plan to kill them.

Why write a song when no one can play the notes or understand the lyrics?

What's more important than recycling? Producing something to recycle.