Almost Any Age Is Better Than Twenty-two.

Simplicity, It Seems, Has Always Been Wasted On Those Who Simply Cannot Appreciate It

I Am Going To The Bad Place, As Is My Wont.

Everybody's Got Something. In The End, What Choice Does One Really Have But To Understand That Truth, To Really Take It In, And Then Shop For Groceries, Get A Haircut, Do One's Work; Get On With The Business Of One's Life. That's The Hope, Anyway.

I Am Neither Spontaneous Nor Ready For Anything.

There Is Nothing So Cleansing Or Reassuring As A Vicarious Sadness.