I didn’t do it. Nobody saw me do it. You can’t prove it.

If I go crazy then will you still call me superman?

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

People think it’s all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn’t do it. After all, we’re not fucking stupid. At least, we’re not that fucking stupid.

Silence can be violent sort of like a slit wrist.