— If you feel guilt, don't feel bad, that actually means you are a good person. Hating yourself is natural. You hate yourself because you said yes when you meant no.
My whole fucking life is that, saying yes when I meant no, saying no when I meant yes. Carrying around guilt. And that's why psychos run the world. Cause they don't give a fuck, they don't feel guilt, they don't give a shit. They'll fucking kill anybody. And nice people, we should be killing them, but we don't because we can't deal with the guilt.
And what do psychos do? They stay in power by killing loud, nice people. If nice people start killing psychos, maybe then you wouldn't have a swirl of trash the size of Texas in a middle of the fucking Pacific Ocean.
Do we work on that? No!
Cause there's psychos in the world, and all they end up doing is trying to keep improving golf equipment so these man-titted fucking cunts can keep a ball on the fairway.

— Life is brilliant. Beautiful. It enchants us, to the point of obsession. All men trust fully the illusion of life. But is this so wrong? A construction, a facade, and yet...A world full of warmth and resplendence. Peace grants men the illusion of life.
Some are true to their purpose, though they are but shells, flesh and mind. Others chase the charms of love, however elusive.
Shackled by falsehoods, they yearn for love, unaware of its grand illusion. We are bound by this yoke. Men are props on the stage of life, and no matter how tender, how exquisite...
A lie will remain a lie.