To both my parents, the world is a battle for attention, a war to be heard.
Therefore, when we neglect to fear such a brittle monstrosity, we render it powerless.
Every garden looks beautiful in May.' Meaning: Everyone is somewhat attractive when she's young.
...,dying seems like the greatest weakness, and in a world where people say you're lazy for not shaving your legs, then being dead seems like the ultimate character flaw. Chapter I.
If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.
Actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead.
You’ve thrown down the gauntlet. You’ve brought my wrath down upon your house. Now, to prove that I exist I must kill you. As the child outlives the father, so must the character bury the author. If you are, in fact, my continuing author, then ki...
All the demons of Hell formerly reigned as gods in previous cultures. No it's not fair, but one man's god is another man's devil. As each subsequent civilization became a dominant power, among its first acts was to depose and demonize whoever the pre...
How miserably hypocritical, you might say, but no sooner am I offered a chance to flee Hell than I yearn to stay. Few families hold their relations as closely as do prisons. Few marriages sustain the high level of passion that exists between criminal...
Death is a long process," Archer says. "Your body is just the first part of you that croaks." Meaning: Beyond that, your dreams have to die. Then your expectations. And your anger about investing a lifetime in learning shit and loving people and earn...
They told me that nothing was a sin, just a poor life choice. Poor impulse control. That nothing is evil. Any concept of right versus wrong, according to them, is merely a cultural construct relative to one specific time and place. They said that if ...
[W]hat makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven.
My mom would spy by satellite, turning down the air conditioning, colder and colder, with a tapping keystroke via her wireless connection, chilling that house, that one room, meat locker cold, ski-slope cold, spending a king's ransom on Freon and ele...
It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.
It's obsequious little nicety-nice girls like me who allow assholes to run the world: Miss Harlot O'Harlots, billionaire phony tree huggers, hypocrite drug-snorting, weed-puffing peace activists who fund the mass-murdering drug cartels and perpetuate...
What makes the earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven.
Help me give up my addiction to Hope.
They placed their bets with such self righteous bravado, but I’m the one who lost.
