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You start by allowing your own world to be corrupted by their warped values, and then you gradually start using their sadistic methods and eventually end up adopting bits of their sick ideology. And even then, when you have become just like them, they will eventually turn on you anyway. Normal people are savage beasts.

The entire second-period sophomore girls' PE class thought my balls were uniquely and supremely beneath contempt. Great.

I mean, everything beats me, even twos and threes.

He was probably a Sagittarius, like Rosalie herself, born with a quiver of arrows, and a license to be an asshole.

My attention was temporarily thrown off course, because of the possibly decent band name. Hot Underwear: Jesus the Thong Burglar on guitar and vox, Hellerman Schmellerman on bass and vox, "Phil Rudd" on drums, first album Wet and Loaded. The album cover possibilities alone would … But I digress.

The guy who wrote The Doors of Perception got off way easier, though, especially since the worst band in the history of the world, the Doors, named themselves after it. He has a lot to answer for.

I'm a very spiritual person, she likes to say, for instance. Like when she's explaining how she hates religion and all those who practice it. Well, okay, if it makes you feel better, Carol.

Now, if this were a murder mystery, and I were a weird Belgian guy with a big mustache, this is the point where I would suddenly stop dead, drop my tiny glass of chocolate liqueur, and say something like "But no! But I have been an imbecile! Imbécile!" And then you'd have to wait another fifty pages or so to find out exactly what the hell I had been talking about. But I won't do that to you. The salutation

What he meant was that he had fixed some vegetarian slop with lentils and bean-curd lumps and weird-tasting fake cheese, and that we were welcome to have a crack at choking some of it down. So Sam Hellerman hightailed it out of there. Lucky bastard.

And believe me, you don't want to be around Migraine Mom. I strongly recommend avoiding that subject.

When I dream of how it would be if I were suddenly transformed into the kind of guy that does not repulse the females of our species, I don't necessarily think of any particular girl. Pick

Dance Dance Revolution was, however, no enticement whatsoever to one who had tasted the delights of the King of Sacramento's shadowed chamber.

I'm not any religion myself, but for the record, I'm pretty sure I do believe in God. It's just a feeling I have. I can't prove it, but since when are you supposed to prove a feeling? God is the only situation where they expect you to do that. Plus, God embarrasses people. Which I totally enjoy.

Communication is pointless and we're all doomed.

Life is a wince-a-thon.

No one does antimaterialism better than multigazillionaire rock stars.

1975 was a great year for rock and roll, and don't believe anyone who tells you different.

And as for you, Holden, old son: if you happen to meet my body coming through the rye, I'd really appreciate it if you'd just stand aside and get out of my fucking way.