The unconscious is the true accumulation of your history. It can be accepted or rejected but it can't fundamentally be altered.

The law is an opinion with a gun.

The whole point of the system is to bribe you with the leftovers of what they have stolen from you in the first place.

The only part of you that hurts when you're given the truth is the part that lives on lies.

If you can't share what's important to you with the people around you, then you have no relationships. It's all just proximity, and turkey, and sports, and weather, and bullshit.

The war on drugs is really the war on people who buy drugs from people who don't lobby the government.

It's not just the abuse of power that's the problem. It's the power to abuse.

When poverty declines, the need for government declines, which is why expecting government to solve poverty is like expecting a tobacco company to mount an aggressive anti-smoking campaign.

We raise predators by treating children as prey.

Democracy is the suggestion box for slaves.

The continual manufacture of enemies is essential to the growth of the fascist state.

Humans elect leaders on the basis of the promises they make. We [vampires] try to elect ours based solely on the strength of their character.

...I wondered why so much had been written about love's pain and so little about the glorious relief of being delivered from love's pain.

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

Unlawful pleasure, trenching on another's rights, is delusive and envenomed pleasure—its hollowness disappoints at the time, its poison cruelly tortures afterwards, its effects deprave forever.

I'm a very big Notorious B.I.G. fan and I do an imitation of him that always cracks everybody up.

We dull our lives by the way we conceive them.

Choice is the declaration by self that a certain ideal of self shall be realized.

So let us begin anew - remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof

It is lost, lovely child, somewhere in the ragbag that I laughingly refer to as my memory.

To have kids and not be there every night is tough.