I believe whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you stranger.

…My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was. I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can’t you?

I’m thinking of killing everyone whose name is a palindrome

I may be a criminal lunatic, but I’m an AMERICAN criminal lunatic!

You see, in their last moments people show you who they really are.

Does it depress you? To know just how alone you really are?