God: the most desperate and widely recognized manifestation of our collective loneliness.
Better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
I am quite certain that God would breathe a cosmic sigh of relief if people stopped believing.
Nearly everything I write is a deserted novel, poem or suicide note masquerading as a clever quip.
I do not know what lies beyond our mortal lives, but that it is something hilariously ironic can be discerned in the smug grin of the human skull.
Wisdom is regret dressed in its finest livery.
Objectivity: a tool that makes itself available when we are too dispassionate to care.