We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.
Our Generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.
Having nothing to lose is the new wealth.
If You Don’t Claim Your Humanity, You Will Become A Statistic.
The gyms you go to are crowded with guys trying to look like men, as if being a man means looking the way a sculptor or an art director says.
If you flee from the things you fear, there’s no resolution.
The problem with educating stupid people was that they didn’t know they were stupid. The same went for curing crazy people.
A good story should change the way you see the world.
I don’t know the difference between what I want and what I’m trained to want.
Either a species learns to control its own population, or something like disease, famine, war, will take care of the issue.
Some writers research in order to write. I write in order to research topics that interest me. Especially if I can meet with other people, in forums from illness support groups to phone-sex hotlines, and learn what other people know best.
The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it’s only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die.
The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.
More and more people are defining themselves not by what they are about, but by what they are against, what they are overcoming, the thing that is wrong with them.
Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesn’t glitter and shine.
The damaged loves the damaged.
Everything is funnier in retrospect, funnier and prettier and cooler. You can laugh at anything from far enough away.
Every character sees the world through a framework of education and experience that they’re proud experts about. To write a character, find out what they know best, and THEN you’ll know how they’ll describe a “hot day.” Or a “pretty girl.”
The future you have, tomorrow, won’t be the same future you had, yesterday.
It’s pathetic how we can’t live with the things we can’t understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.