The reader becomes God, for all textual purposes. I see your eyes glazing over, so I'll hush.

I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it.

It can become an exercise in trying to get the reader to like and admire you instead of an exercise in creative art.

One of the things that makes Wittgenstein a real artist to me is that he realized that no conclusion could be more horrible than solipsism.

If your fidelity to perfectionism is too high, you never do anything.

I know I'm paranoid, but am I paranoid enough?

This might be one way to start talking about differences between the early postmodern writers of the fifties and sixties and their contemporary descendants.

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.

In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship.

In reality, there is no such thing as not voting: you either vote by voting, or you vote by staying home and tacitly doubling the value of some Diehard's vote.

the process through which any concept or subject (content) is taught becomes a part of the content. (p19)

...he didn’t know when he was going to get the chance to play WoW again. And it was damn important to do his bit to save all life on Azeroth while he could.

Muslims are terrorists, but all terrorists are Muslim.

TV is definitely easier hours.

God loves people just the way they are, but He loves them too much to leave them that way!

Atheism is a religion like not collecting stamps is a hobby.

Enough of these phrases, conceit and metaphors, I want burning, burning, burning.

Never repeat a rumor before you have verified it. And if it is true, hold your tongue all the more.

Beef also was difficult to be procured and exceedingly poor; the price nearly sixpence farthing per pound.

Victory is the beautiful, bright-colored flower. Transport is the stem without which it could never have blossomed.