I enjoy poetry where I can talk as bizarre as I please, but theology or philosophy, I always respect the truth by taking it a step further.

Absurdity is the ecstasy of intellectualism.

Reality now and again becomes like a vengeful troll, and most notably, when it comes to passion: When reality and passion divorce, it makes passion look crazy.

They say the crazies come out at night. I say the crazies come out during election year: Elections have the power to turn once seemingly normal people into certified loonies.

One either cares what others think about him, or cares what others think he thinks about them. If you want to find someone who doesn't care in the slightest what anyone thinks, try a lunatic asylum.