An Entire Life Spent Reading Would Have

The Press May Hate Me, And I Know My Battles With Them Are Not Over, But That Doesn't Matter.

In Reality, The Monotheist Texts Preach Neither Peace, Love Nor Tolerance. They Are Texts Of Hate.

Life Is Painful And Disappointing. It Is Useless, Therefore, To Write New Realistic Novels. We Generally Know Where We Stand In Relation To Reality And Don’t Care To Know Any More.

Irony Won't Save You From Anything; Humour Doesn't Do Anything At All. You Can Look At Life Ironically For Years, Maybe Decades; There Are People Who Seem To Go Through Most Of Their Lives Seeing The Funny Side, But In The End, Life Always Breaks Your Heart. Doesn't Matter How Brave You Are, Or How Reserved, Or How Much You've Developed A Sense Of Humour, You Still End Up With Your Heart Broken. That's When You Stop Laughing.

I Admit That Invective Is One Of My Pleasures. This Only Brings Me Problems In Life, But That's It. I Attack, I Insult. I Have A Gift For That, For Insults, For Provocation. So I Am Tempted To Use It.