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We Are Things That Labor Under The Illusion Of Having A Self, A Secretion Of Sensory Experience And Feeling, Programmed With Total Assurance That We Are Each Somebody, When In Fact Everybody's Nobody.

I'm Obsessed With Trying To Understand What Somebody Is Talking About And Trying To Get Them To Understand Me.

Every Hero Doesn't Do This Great Big Hero Thing. They Do The Simple Thing Over And Over... And They Stick To It.

What I Always Look For Is Someone That Really Knew How To Lean Up Against A Bar, Get A Drink, Sit On A Barstool. When People Are In Bars They're Relaxed. No Real Right Angles - It's Slow Moves, It's Slow Conversations. You Can Tell A Loud Joke, But Everyone's Very Relaxed. I Never Would Pick Somebody Nervous Or Twitchy. If I Found Guys With Beards, I'd Ask Them, Don't Trim The Edges, Don't Go In And Manicure Yourself Up. I Always Look For People That Look Like They're Comfortable In Their Own Skin, That Wouldn't Feel Like It Was The First Time They Were Ever In A Bar.

If Happiness Is What You’re After, Then You Are Going To Be Let Down Frequently And Be Unhappy Much Of Your Time. Joy, Though, Is Something Else. It’s Not A Choice, Not A Response To Some Result, It Is A Constant. Joy Is “the Feeling We Have From Doing What We Are Fashioned To Do,” No Matter The Outcome.