My Hatred Is A Thousand Times More

A Primary Flaw In My Psychology Is That I'll Give People A Hundred Yards' Worth Of Rope With Which To Hang Themselves, But Once They Reach That Hundred-yard Line, I Strangle Them To Death With It.

He Who Trades His Identity For Money Will One Day Wind Up With Neither.

Plenty Of People Have Bad Divorces, But Few Of Them End Up With Cancer, Imprisonment, And Public Scorn. In The Dark, Rolling, Treacherous Wake Of That Sunken Ship, The Last Thing I Sought Was A "relationship" Or, Heaven Forbid, Marriage.

I Tend Not To Hang With 'the Crowd' Because I Believe That At Any Given Moment In History, The Crowd Is Only Standing Somewhere Because Some Lone, Brave Nutjob Broke Down The Walls For Them First.

It's Very Odd To Observe Someone Else Taking Your Identity Into Their Own Hands And Getting It All Wrong. I Don't Think Most People Will Ever Get To Experience How Truly Weird It Is.