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And you seen enough horror movies to know the black dude don't ever make it to the end." "We all appreciate your sacrifice, TJ." "Fuck you." He laughed. So did I.

I fully recognize that all of those are things only a mentally ill person believes. Therefore, I do not believe them." Boom. Therapy accomplished.

you bunch of greedy fartsouls.

I'm not crazy," I said, crazily, to my court-appointed therapist. He seemed bored with our session. That actually made me want to act crazy, to impress him. Maybe that was his tactic. I thought, maybe I should tell him I'm the only person on Earth who has seen his entire skeleton. Or, I could make something up instead.

The horizon was shitting a sun, casting a glow on a layer of fog that was settling in the low areas like puddles of ghost piss.

Show me your knife.' Man don't got a knife, I got no use for him—it's the universal tool.

I'm not crazy," I said, crazily, to my court-appointed therapist.

an oft-cited 2010 study on self-esteem, its authors found that college students would rather receive praise than have sex. A

Never was there a creature more appropriately placed to be the poster girl for euthanasia.

I felt uncomfortable from the start because I had profound problems with following sequential directions, especially when they were spoken.

Unfortunately, the hyperbole of the inaugural outran the provisions of the budget.

It Takes 17 Muscles To Smile and 42 To Frown...It Takes Only 13 Muscles to Throw A Molotov Cocktail

How Long Before Monsanto Try to Patent The Milk of Human Kindness

Sartre said Hell is other people. I'd say Hell is other people's utopia.

The prophylactic for culturally transmitted diseases is free thinking

I like to deal with EVERY aspect of our condition, and that means terror and humor in equal mix. Some books have more room for humor than others.

From time to time, I do consider that I might be mad. Like any self-respecting lunatic, however, I am always quick to dismiss any doubts about my sanity.

He was dressed like a tourist, his T-shirt tucked into belted jeans like a sociopath.

Have you not yet learned that it is easier to pull a star down from the heavens than to bend a woman to your will?

Jesus, what did you have for breakfast? A bowl of Honey Bunches of Bitch?

You have health and beauty and wit so sharp a man might cut himself and think the bleeding a privilege.

It was the viscount, with impeccable manners and deplorable timing.

He poured out the wine and took a deep draught of it, then loosened his neckcloth, an act of dinner table impropriety that would have affronted most other wives, but which I strongly encouraged. Brisbane had a very handsome throat.

What in the name of Satan's arsehole is that?" he demanded. "The genitals of a very healthy young man," I told him, waving the phallus-shaped lamp.