It's more eerie to be alone in a city that's lit up and functioning than one that's a tomb. If everything were silent, one could almost pretend to be….

I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new..

And yet ... But what if ... I want to do something impossible. Something astounding and unheard of. I want to scrub the moss off the Space Shuttle an….

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope..

When the entire world is built on death and horror, when existence is a constant state of panic, it's hard to get worked up about any one thing. Spec….

There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they ….

How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?.

We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering..

I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it..

The moment the light went out, everyone stopped pretending..

Enough white lies can scorch the earth black..

It's rare that I read more than two or three books by any one author, usually only one..

I don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it wors….

...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?.

Sometimes I wonder if he has a philosophy. Maybe even a worldview. I'd like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bit somewhere in the….

I used to split my time between writing, music and painting. I would work on a book and then abandon it, start a band, do an album, quit music, then ….

I think the world has mostly ended because the cities we wander through are as rotten as we are. Buildings have collapsed. Rusted cars clog the stree….

I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another..

It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the ….

Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough..