How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed animals, taking lesser lives to keep from killing a child

Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.

For me, heaven would be a lack of alienation. The whole time I was growing up, I felt comfort was inherently evil. I think that, for me, heaven isn't about couches and milk shakes and never having a troubling thought again.

I went to church irregularly and was mostly reading comics in the pew.

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