Doomed

It's exhausting, the energy it takes to unknow a truth.

Religions exist because people would rather have a wrong answer than no answer at all.

The avant-garde in every field consists of the lonely, the friendless, the uninvited. All progress is the product of the unpopular.

When you die, trust me, the most difficult person to leave behind is yourself.

I irritate; therefore I am.

The only thing that makes the present palatable is the fact that the past was, at times, torture.

How could you ever bring yourself to love so deeply if you truly knew how brief a lifetime could be?

Set yourself a goal so difficult that death will seem like a welcome reprieve.

Good and evil have always existed. They always will. It’s only our stories about them that ever change.

Writing an honest blog is how you unlive your life.

WHat I learned is, it's never too late to save anybody. And it's always too late. And what are the chances you'll make any difference?

Civilization is a condition which unsocial misfits impose on the rest of popular, easygoing, family-oriented humanity. Only the miserable, the failures, the outcasts will crouch for days to observe the mating habits of a salamander.

I love and adore all of my family, except when I'm with them.

...please accept the fact that people do not change over time.The elderly are, in reality, age tikes.Conversely, the young are juvenile codgers.Granted, we might develop some skills, achieve some profound insights over a lifetime, but by and large who you are at eighty-five is who you were at five.One is either born intelligent or not.The body ages, grows, passes through near-lunatic phases of reproductive frenzy, but you are born and die the same person.

Do you believe in an afterlife? Do your personal beliefs include a life after death?—no matter how they phrase their snotty test, do the following. Simply look them in the eye, snort derisively, and retort, “Frankly, only a provincial ignoramus would even believe in death.

How could you let me love something that was going to die?

The body ages, grows, passes through near-lunatic phases of reproductive frenzy, but you are born and die essentially the same person. That... that is proof of your deathless soul.

because the rubber, too, is bulletproof. And so relentless is the wind that it rakes the street, pushing along this burden of crippled vermin, trundling this tide of suffering always in the wake of the Town Car as it reaches Spaulding Square. Fissures of lightning

Every unkind remark or crude gesture by others is a blessing, an opportunity to exercise our own capacity to forgive.

I'm thirteen years old, and I'm somewhat overweight. Meaning: I'm dead and fat. Meaning: I'm a piggy-pig-pig, oink-oink, real porker. Just ask my mom. I'm thirteen and fat - and I will stay this way forever. And yes, I know the word ulcerate. I'm dead, not illiterate.

It’s exhausting, the energy it takes to unknow a truth.

This isn't anywhere I haven't been before. I've given up. In words muffled with exhaustion I whisper a prayer for my heart to stop.

Even after you're dead it hurts just as bad when your heart swells up, stretched bigger and bigger like an aneurysm of tears getting ready to boom.

Between wiener juice and lung blood, I’d say that chambray shirt was a goner.

Purgatory is where you unwrite the book of your life story

Precious souls as young as three or four, raised on the misplaced multicultural priorities of Sesame Street,” he claims, “are doomed before they even enter the godless morass of the public school system.

People in love—with nurturing, attentive non-movie-star parents—they would never invent gravity. Nothing except deep misery leads to real success.

By the middle of the novel I decided that what two people don't say to each other forges a stronger bond than honest.

People in love -with nurturing, attentive non-movie-star parents- they would never invent gravity. Nothing except deep misery leads to real success.