And I realize now that the two main themes of my novels were stated by my siblings: 'Here I am, cleaning shit off of practically everything' and 'No pain.

“Go take a flying fuck at the moon.”

“He didn't know all that much about how the machinery worked anyway. Such knowle…”

“I told him that if we doubted that we are demons in Hell, he should read The My…”

“I think that scientific persons of the future will scoff at scientific persons …”