Our photographs are filthier and our stories are more disgusting. We make no effort to be artistic.

Our stock in trade is raw, flailing sex.

Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.

Love is a deception and a trap. Love is as big a myth that God sits with his flowing white beard in a throne and looks at us.

If you cannot work on the marriage or the women is a moron, staying married and cheating makes the most sense because divorce is disruptive to the family life and your bank account.

I refuse to be silenced.