If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention.
"How could you think of such awful things?" liberal critics always ask. "How else could I possibly amuse myself?" I always wonder.
I thank God I was raised Catholic, so sex will always be dirty.
People vomitied at my movies; not because of the movie but because they were drunk. I took credit anyway.
I respect everything I make fun of.
I think that nobody gets mad at me anymore, no matter what I say, because I don't think I'm mean. I am interested in what's next.
Do we secretly idolize our imagined opposites, yearning to become the role models for others we know we could never be for ourselves?
Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.
I'm a big fan of shock value humour and I find myself being most comfortable when I make other people uncomfortable. Is that sick of me? I really like it.
Are you reading?" I say. It's not that I don't think Finn can read or anything, but it's just - well, not what I expected to see. I figured Finn spent his time doing whatever it is guys who aren't Josh do when they aren't in school. Burping, or something. "Try not to look so surprised," Finn says. "I read. I can count to ten. Sometimes I can even spell my own name.
My fashion is part of who I am, and though I was not born with these clothes on, I was born this way.