Being human is difficult. Some people make it more difficult than others. I was one of those people.
They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle.
Come to a book as you would come to an unexplored land. Come without a map. Explore it, and draw your own map. . . . A book is like a pump. It gives nothing unless first you give to it.
The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there. . . and still on your feet.
Explain me to myself, you’ll make me choke on my lunch. Feel sympathy for me, I’ll puke monkey blood on your understated shoes.
In the world of words the imagination is one of the forces of nature.
Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
If you really want me to be safe, maybe it's time. " "I'd just feel safer if you'd start sleeping in a coffin. " Just then my door creaked open. Billy's expression turned to surprise. "Get out!" I said, hopping off the bed. "Uh. . . we are making up lyrics to a song. " But that didn't keep Billy out. Instead he was totally interested. "You're writing a song? That's so cool. I want to hear it. " "It goes, 'Safer in a coffin, and if your brother doesn't leave, he'll be in one too.