On Halloween, the parents sent their kids out looking like me.

My psychiatrist told me I was crazy and I said I want a second opinion. He said okay, you're ugly too.

I told my wife the truth. I told her I was seeing a psychiatrist. Then she told me the truth: that she was seeing a psychiatrist, two plumbers, and a bartender.

I looked up my family tree and found out I was the sap.

I told my dentist my teeth are going yellow. he told me to wear a brown tie.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so is ugliness.

When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them.

I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn't met me yet.

I had plenty of pimples as a kid. One day I fell asleep in the library. When I woke up, a blind man was reading my face.

My mother had morning sickness after I was born.

You know you're ugly when you go to the proctologist and he sticks his finger in your mouth.

Writing creatively is a process of self-consumption that requires one to dive deeply inside of oneself with no guarantee of reemergence.

How do you measure the life of one person against the greater good? Can it ever be the right thing to sacrifice an innocent person? And how do you know what the greater good really is?

Only as we live, think, feel, and work outside the home, do we become humanly developed, civilized, socialized.

Golf is game of respect and sportsmanship we have to respect its traditions and its rules.

I had a very supportive family environment that gave me room to explore and discover things about myself.

Tumblr was simply a tool for anyone to make a blog like mine.

Hotels are temporary people storage, no matter how big the boxes are. Remember that.

Life isn’t worth living if you’re scared all the time.

I was never meant to be this thing.

The phantasmagoria, the actual experience that we try to understand and organize through narrative, varies from place to place. No single narrative serves the needs of everyone everywhere.