Stop Praying. Start Thinking.

My Mom Was Always A Big Fan Of Elvis. She Made Me Listen To Elvis When I Was A Kid. I Hated It. And I Think Now I've Kind Of Grown Up To Fill In Some Of The Sort Of Controversy That He Created Back In His Day, But In A Much More Extreme, Modern Sense.

If People Are Going To Hate Me, I Want Them To Hate Me For The Right Reasons

I Get Shocked By People Smoking Cigarettes Sometimes. I Get Shocked By Watching Talk Shows. People's Moralities Are So Far Below What I Would Consider Standard.

I Am Drawn To Women Who Are Independent And Creative, Which Is Problematic Because It's A Struggle, A Competition Of Careers. There's Jealousy.

Gradually, I Began To Resent Christian School And Doubt Everything I Was Told. It Became Clear That The Suffering They Were Praying To Be Released From Was A Suffering They Had Imposed On Themselves—and Now Us. The Beast They Lived In Fear Of Was Really Themselves: It Was Man, Not Some Mythological Demon, That Was Going To Destroy Man In The End. And This Beast Had Been Created Out Of Their Fear.