Nowhere and oblivion were completely different things/places to Richard Stein. For
him, oblivion is when something goes into nothing and nowhere is the place where
something can come out of nothing.

I see her body as an arousing work of architecture. A sky-scraping building that I wouldn’t mind laying over a mountain to inject my whale-sized shank through its front entrance, knocking the doorman out of the way and flooding the lobby once I am finished with her.

I bet He’s only sad for the part of me that belonged to Him.

The God of this planet was not worth the religion.

When I say something like "back when I was in high
school," I usually mean: "back when I was supposed to be in high school.

Maybe I’m drunk right now, even though I don’t remember drinking anything.
When I’m drunk, I say things without thinking. Drinking numbs you from your ability to
reason. It makes you forget your own character and become a crazy. Maybe I am a
crazy now; I’m going through so much chaos these days that reality is hard to grasp.