“A man can take only so much. Even a phony man like me.”

“A man can take only so much. Even a phony man like me.”

“My first true lesson in writing came from Mr. Bowden when I was 16. At my high school, he was the teacher known to be the very best at literature and writing.”

“Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal.”

“Always marveling at how New Age pseudo-philosophy had taken over the Internet.”

“The mission sat in a converted store front on the corner of a medium-busy street. There was a small crowd gathered in front - no real surprise, since they gave out food and clothing, all all you had to do was spend a few moments of your life listening to the good reverend explain why you were going to Hell. It seemed like a pretty good bargain, even to me, but I wasn't hungry.”

“Rectory always sounded to me like a place you would find a proctologist.”

“Feeling - what authentic human fun!”

“In my life long study of human beings, I have found that no matter how hard they try, they have found no way yet to prevent the arrival of Monday morning. And they do try, of course, but Monday always comes, and all the drones have to scuttle back to their dreary workday lives of meaningless toin and suffering.”

“It was clear to me that it wouldn't matter what I did - they would never truly appreciate me or learn what I had to offer. They were far beyond fickle - they were insensible, like kittens,predatory little things, distracted by the first bit of string or shiny bauble that rolled across the floor, and nothing I could ever say or do could possibly make any kind of dent in their willful ignorance.”

“And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.”

“At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.”