As If You Cut Open A Rag

And I Can't Stand The Idea Of Being Alone. I Can't Bear The Thought Of Being Free.

Everybody's Still Miserable In The Same Way They've Always Been Miserable, And More And More Of My Friends - Especially My Male Friends - Find Themselves Taking Anti-anxiety, Psychotropic Drugs. It Seems Like Everybody I Know Is Wondering If They're Really Who They Are, Or Once The Prescription Runs Out, Will They Become Someone Different?

Every Masterpiece Is Just Dirt And Ash Put Together In Some Perfect Way.

Screenwriters Get Paid A Hell Of A Lot More Money But Their Level Of Frustration Seems To Be So High That I Don't Want That.

I Spent My Life Attacking Everything Because I Was Too Afraid To Risk Creating Anything.