I want to mass produce wretchedness. An unsatisfactory factory. Then I want to produce cologne and stench—at different ends of the production line. So it would be an olfactory factory.

“A blanket could be used at the end of meetings, to wrap things up—sort of like …”

“The quickest way to alter an altar is not with a hammer, or even religious deco…”

“People don’t know I have a checkered past. I used to be a picnic table cloth.”

“Christ was the son, I am a magnifying glass, and you are an ant.”