Tell him that we fucking reprogrammed reality. Tell him that language is a virus and that religion is an operating system and that prayers are just so much fucking spam.

“In the manner of one recognizing a line from a familiar poem in a strange book.”

“It was the end of the October term of my sophomore year, and everything was pet…”

“Writing imaginative tales for the young is like sending coals to Newcastle. For…”

“We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, …”