What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.

Actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead.

If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.

Help me give up my addiction to Hope.

Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It’s an addiction to break.

It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

Therefore, when we neglect to fear such a brittle monstrosity, we render it powerless.

They placed their bets with such self righteous bravado, but I’m the one who lost.

[W]hat makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven.

What makes the earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven.

..., dying seems like the greatest weakness, and in a world where people say you're lazy for not shaving your legs, then being dead seems like the ultimate character flaw. Chapter I.

Babies have the power to make grumpy people happy because they love you no matter what. Dogs are that way, too.

Advertisements contain the only truth to be relied on in a newspaper.

In Britain, you never get away from the fact that you're a foreigner. In the U.S., the view is it doesn't matter where you come from.

The man who has fed the chicken every day throughout its life at last wrings its neck instead, showing that more refined views as to the uniformity of nature would have been useful to the chicken.

Wondering if God loves us when we're cheating? Oh, but why he lets us feel things, if it's wrong.

We need to educate people about the reality of Islam, the logics of Islam. I am sure every free man in this world would fight the ideology of Islam.

When we look in to the long avenue of the future, and see the good there is for each one of us to do, we realize, after all, what a beautiful thing it is to work, and to live, and to be happy.

Jews are the most liberal, scrappy, civil-rightsy people there are.

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

I was participating in my own lynching, but the problem was I didn't know what I was being lynched for.