Killing Makes Me Feel Good.

Our Universe Is Ruled By Random Whim, Inhabited By People Who Laugh At Logic.

Nothing Else Loves Me, Or Ever Will. Not Even - Especially - Me. I Know What I Am And That Is Not A Thing To Love.

Have You Noticed How Difficult It Is Just To Get Along In The World? If You're No Good At All In Your Job, People Treat You Badly And Eventually You Will Be Unemployed. And If You're A Little Better Than Competent, Everyone Expects Miracles From You, Every Single Time. Like Most Of Life, It's A No-win Situation. And If You Dare To Mention It, No Matter How Creatively You Phrase Your Complaints, You Are Shunned As A Whiner.

Life's Only Obligation, Afterall, Was To Be Interesting.

...being Torn Apart By Far Too Many Loyalties That Could Not Possibly Live Together In The Same Brain.