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I've thought about this. Writing here is pointless. Nobody reads it! Nobody cares! I'm worthless. I'm pathetic. I'm sad. I'm sad. I'm sad. I'm sad. I'm sad. I've thought about this. Go fuck yourself. ...

The reason I think it's essential, when it comes to things you care about, that you teach yourself is because whatever you're trying to do - paint a picture, write a book, play some music or design a game - isn't important. What's important is you. You are the artwork. There's never been and never will be again a manifestation of life force like you. You cannot be painted. You cannot be written. You cannot be designed or played. You are just you. Now we have these tools that we've designed, not ...

You've already decided whether you're good or bad. Now shut up. It's time to play it out. ...

Do you ever have those dreams where you wake up in your bed, get ready for the day, maybe even drive to work, but something just seems off? Then you wake up in your bed again and realize you were dreaming the whole time? So annoying. Why do we have dreams like that? I have a scary one about a dog where I wake up to the sound of a dog growling at the foot of my bed, it leaps at me and then I wake up again...to the sound of a dog growling at the foot of my bed, etc. [It's a hell hound.] Anyway, ...

God is wearing aviators. ...

It is cynical to think people are cynical. It is egotistical to think people are egotistical. You're dreaming that you're awake. Exiting the matrix is just another level of the matrix, designed for people arrogant enough to think they can exit the matrix. ...

I want to be a mindfulness instructor. Today's session is about death. Everybody take a deep breath in. I want you to imagine that this building is structurally unstable. And out Imagine that while I'm talking, the foundation gives way. And in Now you're trapped under rubble. Your legs, arms and abdomen are pinned. And out The rubble is slowly pushing down on your chest, making every breath harder than the next. And in Concentrate on your body. Feel the weight of the rubble as it slowly squeez...

Many writers don't understand that the point of it is not to say something clever, it is to get people to listen in the first place. By all means, say something clever after that, but until then nobody will know. ...

If I ever commit suicide my note will say, "You're it!" I don't know why suicide is such a taboo/macabre subject. I think it's hilarious. Every time I lose an argument I have fantasies about murdering myself and writing "WHO'S RIGHT NOW?" on the wall in my own blood. Do you have suicidal thoughts? Only when you're awake? Totally normal. Have you ever been to a GP for depression and they give you those cards that have everything lovingly translated into the first person like, "Sometimes I feel...

I am disillusioned by greatness. It just isn't interesting. It's like a trick with one solution. Why do we idolize it? Not only is it unrelatable but boring, dreadfully boring. What is plain and what is common is much more interesting. People living lives of quiet struggle and unrequited kindness, totally obscure and unrecognized. Things we take for granted. To be a good friend, a good partner, a good parent, a decent and trustworthy person, without any recognition, despite widespread cruelty an...

When I was a boy my grandfather bought this crazy remote plot of land and he built a "shack" on it. Said he would go there when he was feeling lonely. When he died of a Marmite related accident in 2013, he left the land to me. This is where I keep my pseudonyms, all real people whom I have kidnapped, guarded by an intricate system of mines and mouse traps. The pseudonyms work there 7 days a week on a diet of blanched hay and egg whites – my grandmother's recipe for quality literature – churning ...

Impostor syndrome is just false modesty. If you're successful and don't think you deserve it, you're right and you should pass it on to someone who does, like me. ...

The sad truth about art is that it is a kind of death and quite often a suicide. We think that artists are gifted to see the world a certain special way but this isn't true. Artists are only those foolish enough to share their inner worlds with the rest of us and undergo the inevitable annihilation. They are martyrs of culture. The majority of us live in completely isolated worlds. This is not due to our inability to reach a consensus or to meet each other on common ground but our unwillingness...

I think that aliens live among us and just aren't telling us because they're afraid we'll make them see a psychiatrist. I'm telling you I'm an alien. I'm from another planet. I don't even breathe for god's sake! YOU'RE SCARING THE CHILDREN BOB! What did the doctor say? What did he say? No alien talk at the dinner table... No alien talk at the dinner table! We're trying to help you Bob. We're all trying our best, but we can't help you unless you want to help yourself. Okay? Okay... ...

If you think you can't be tricked, you are being tricked. ...