People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them that I have the heart of a small boy -- and I keep it in a jar on my desk.
The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance...logic can be happily tossed out the window.
Some people say that I must be a horrible person, but that's not true. I have the heart of a young boy -- in a jar on my desk.
The rope by which the great blocks of taxes are attached to any citizenry is simple loyalty.
Only enemies speak the truth. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.