“A screaming comes across the sky.”

Why should things be easy to understand?

What, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil once in a while, it makes no more or less sense.

Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.

Our history is an aggregate of last moments.

You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.

All variables are independent.

A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.

All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.

The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.

Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.

If there is something comforting – religious, if you want – about paranoia, there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.

Teamwork,” Koteks snarled, “is one word for it, yeah. What it really is is a way to avoid responsibility. It’s a symptom of the gutlessness of the whole society.

It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.

There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.

You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.

But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.

When I was six I fell on a broken window. Once I realized no one was coming I stopped screaming and pulled the shard from my middle. This is life for some of us. This has been life for me.

50 percent of the people I perform for have come to scream at me and the other 50 percent have come to listen to the music.

And when I walk alone, I speak in deaf tones. I’m screaming and no one knows, no one knows. No one pays attention to where the sound goes.

Vegetarians are people who cannot hear tomatos screaming.

I know hundreds of woman who do not know to scream.

My head screamed. I want to make them burn the way they did to me. My heart cried that’s not who you are.

I am the same person with a renewed heart, I learned so much, I have the entire oceans to scream.

If the value of a company doesn’t just scream out at you, it’s too close.